Timeline

The journey will conclude

And the travel will end

Standing at the last stop

I will surely look back

The trail I have travelled

Diversions I took, people I met

Some long halts, few rutted rides

Refreshing strolls, racing in time

All that I did, all that I said

Souvenirs I kept, gifts I parted

The last glance on the road

A smile will roll up

My eyes will sparkle

What a voyage it was!

Just to earn that moment                                                                            

I am investing in my timeline…

©Charu Gupta and potpourri of life.

Revive Your Conscience

We all know our present depends on the choices we had made in the past. Someone had made a choice to divide the earth into countries, people into castes and God into religions. Someone had made a choice to make nuclear weapons. This country made a choice to rule that country. That group made a choice to oppress this group. And we kept on making the choices to create this present world. Have we made the right choices? Only one person can tell and that is you!

Humans come with a navigating system called conscience, it tells us whether we are on the right path or on the wrong track. Our conscience always warns us whenever we turn in the wrong direction and gives us ‘go ahead’ if we are heading right. That means our conscience always makes the right choice? Yes! Then why is there so much anguish, hatred and destruction in the present world?

Because our conscience is not conscious. Some put it into slumber that is next to dead. Some people’s conscience is in a state of drowsiness; it may work sometimes. Few have fully awake conscience and it ensures that they are always on the right path.

Just imagine a world where all the choices are made by our conscience – watchful, alive and mindful!

We all need to overhaul our conscience to witness serene and beautiful sights on this journey of life and make this world a kinder place.

© Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

Now the circle is complete….

You throttled me to croak

And burnt my clan alive

You smouldered me to choke

And uprooted my life!

You unheard my call for help

And my pleads were snubbed

I waited for ages for you to realise

I’m the life that you breathe

Let me live so that you could survive

You were busy building concrete

On the ashes of my woods

I was still shouting to ‘stop’

And warned for the collapse

You were madly on the spree

To construct by destructing me

Now the circle is complete….

You are gasping for breath

And caged in your jungle of concrete

© Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

SILENT RAIN

Something seriously wrong today

Dawn of the day without the chirps

No sigh of the wind, no flapping of the wings

Everything is moving in silence!

As if nature went mum or doesn’t want to hum

Oh! Mother earth, are you annoyed?

Sounds of the morning make me feel alive

Say something, what’s troubling?

Drops down the clouds without ‘pitter-patter’

Silent rain rolling down as tears of the eyes

Everything is so calm making me restless

I plead you to speak, oh please don’t be quiet

“No one wants to hear my words anymore!”

The buzz of the flies, slosh of water, rumpling of leaves

Ah! No ears for the sounds that I make

You humans turned deaf to my chatter

My beauty, my talks no more make you flatter

All glued to phones, plugs firmly covering the ears

Guarding your senses from outside ecosphere

People on the walk way, metros or malls

In the cafes, parks, gyms and homes

Earplugs always on, listening noises of the device

What nature says….. Who cares!?

Some sound interrupted the conversation

Is it raining outside?

Oh! Thank God it was just my nightmare!

 

© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inhumane Humans

Another girl is swallowed by the demons at the age of just eight!

News, Twitter, Media everyone is filled with rage

Words of anger and outcry for justice tweeted…re-tweeted

This will go on for some days…then what next?

Then again everything will be normal, nothing will change

Shame I feel to be called ‘human’; Co-existing with cold blooded predators

Human feeding on human; killing the humanity day by day

Me too a mute spectator to this brutality; guilty, liable, helpless

This News shall pass till another heinous act

We all are in waiting to be turned into cold blooded predators

Human race would end with no trace of existence left

Maybe then humanity will grow again

And then I will be proud to be called a ‘human’.

 

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three Red Roses

Three blood red roses bloomed

I saw them through the window

One gone when I tried to have another glimpse

By the evening there was only one smiling

I prayed to see it again in the morning

To my happiness it has survived the night

But as the sun went up no rose in the sight

Nor the wind or the sun stole them

It were humans who love beautiful things

And plucked them in admiration!

“It really breaks my heart whenever I see people plucking flowers. How I wish if they could have seen a few more sunrises or maybe smiled for a few more hours!”

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].