PENNING MY PENSIVE THOUGHTS         

 

 My first  birthday, retold by many, as though it happened now, I  remember,
 Father gave me a gift, which I cherished it till recently, with all my pride,
 A pencil to kick start my learning skills, to blossom my thoughts and steer,
 So  began my sojourn in life, to master this, my little servant with the tide.

 Years rolled by, many a summer gone, my zest with the pencil still sound,
 Meanwhile I lost my father, I lost my best gift ,so too the pencil he gave,
 The thought of it, in my mind altogether disappeared in the background,
 May be my failing memory deceived me, when this news struck my nerve.

 A lady, an octogenarian, the mother of my friend, writing autobiography,
 I admire her penchant, I bow to her calligraphy, to write even at this age,
 When holding a pen itself a challenge, at best a walking stick, the mighty
 That stirred my sagging literary spirits, to bolster my writing courage,

 Her dedication taught me a message. skill and determination, all in facades
 Age never a factor, leading a cherished life till thy senses indeed  a thrift,
 You cannot hide thy talents in the shadow of senility, in advancing decades,
 With a rejuvenated interest, I searched again, finally I found my lost gift.

  YOU LIT MY FIRE,  I’LL LIGHT THY PYRE

 

(Indeed) by a non smoker for a tobacco free world
I was in my college, day one rankles me till this day,
We, the forty students, indeed  in a state of bedlam
The bell rang at four, we all dashed for the exit way,
One of the lions got me, entangled in  clasp of sham,

I stood in silence, then he asked me about smoking.
I was given one,a four inch long dressed in white ,
He asked me to light the one,me  miserably failing
He lit that and I was asked  a deep puff of intake

I choked, choked and fell down in a dizzy state,
Indeed that was my first and last puff till date,
This was four dozen years ago, to the present date.
Lots of smoke filled the air hence, at furious rate.

Now the hue and cry everywhere against the demon,
Pleading to demote smoking and abolish the habit,
Yes, this evil some, habit is deep rooted, its well known,
Entrenched, wicked with active and passive intent.

The puff,the pleasure of it , is short lived, they all say,
Affecting all systems of the human cell, a silent killer,
That spoils the society and spirals surely to doom say,
We lit it for pleasure, it will certainly light our pyre.