We are like
Vladimir and Estragon,
Busy in bidding adieu to
The powerful landowner: Pozzo!
By saying, “Adieu, Adieu!”
In the end of boring Act-I,
One and only thing is
An absurd Waiting for Godot!

To start afresh,
The protagonist Zakir,
Who bids adieu to his Homeland Rupnagar,
Due to the Partition,
Though reminiscing his
Rupnagar Days,
As we see in Basti.

But the word, only one,
Single word-“adieu”,
Touches the millions of hearts,
Creates nostalgic moment
and emotional feelings!

Three years have passed
Like a bullet train!
We don’t know how!
In pandemic, those online classes
were memorable for us!
After the college reopens,
We have done lots of extra-curricular activities!
Now it’s time to bid adieu !
Now we say:- “Adieu, Adieu!”
With emotional smiles.

Painting Courtesy: Waiting for Godot by Victor Malamed/The New Yorker.

What should I ask for,
When my birthday is knocking on the door?
I’ll get lots of love and blessings,
And tons of gifts for sure!

A new dress will be ready for me,
Which I’ll wear happily
I’ll paint the town red
With my friends and family

No, I’ll not be an ordinary girl,
Though just for twenty four hours,
I’ll turn into a fairy,
With my hands full of stars

All these dreams still keep me awake
When my birthday is knocking on the door
But THEY say I am no more a kid,
Celebrating birthdays are childish ideas,
Which THEY don’t like anymore

I am growing up at the speed of light,
And this is my nineteenth birthday,
Here the problem lies
Now I can’t show my excitement,
Just for an ordinary day,
When I first opened my eyes!

Painting Courtesy: Girl in Yellow Dress by Margaret Fletcher/ Fine Art America.

If I could refrigerate
my happiness into containers

then, I would place it
in my deepest lake,
in my microwave

to warm it,
to place on my dinner plate

to smell, to taste-
how it feels to be happy
on a daily basis.

Painting Courtesy: Peter Blume, Vegetable Dinner,1927, oil on canvas,in the Smithsonian American Art Museum.

The circus of sandpipers
takes off, come September
though some will remain.

Today is a rain day.

We forfeit the last suns
of summertime.

Sand crafted figurines
etch-a-sketch, wave warriors
in receipt of a lifeline
vis-à-vis. by the sea’s invitation.

With the onset of storms
the winds reconvene,
perchance to erase us.

And if by pure happenstance
we connect on the crosswinds
I’ll know, we were written as gospel.

Painting Courtesy: Natalia Veyner/ Artfinder

As Time pass By
The “luggage ” becomes heavy for thy
Some might fall with its weight
In twenties or in their forties.

The Luggage mostly have
emotions, persons and life lessons
Don’t you think, it becomes really heavy,
When you reach your final destination?

We are born with an empty baggage
So why to fill it with things
Which are just like garbage?

Make your Luggage a little light,
Make it real bright.
Fill it with only those things
Which gives you delight!

For as you say your final Goodbye,
The very time, when you will hold it,at last!

Let your Soul smile and say
“ONLY THESE WERE MINE ”
“ONLY THESE WERE MINE”

Painting Courtesy: PeakPix