As long as you do –
the tasks that keep you busy
the works that keep you healthy
the things that keep your dignity
the relations that keep you happy
the matters that do not spread negativity
the thoughts that fill you with positivity
the ambitions that maintain your integrity
the achievements that show your specialty…
you are at no guilty.
you are the lucky.
a package of versatility…
Anjanalahuri @2023
Can’t you see what is raining in my eyes
If you want to see
Can’t you guess what is freezing my mouth
If you want to listen
Can’t you guess what is aching my heart
If you want to feel
Can’t you see what is binding my legs
If you want to move along
Can’t you count my thoughts
If you want to be part of it
I only can say
Can’t everything be said
It is only up to you
Whether you want to know or not.
Anjana Lahuri@2021
I went to a beautiful brook
I befriended with in my childhood
She is flowing relentlessly with same serenity with same youthful jolly
Years back when I played around the pretty pretty gardens in the boastful vicinity of her
When I swam in pinkish ponds with bluish fishes
over sexy frizzy curls of her
And I asked the same question that I asked years before
My dear brook:
Where are you running?
When is the end?
What is the purpose?
She replied the same narration she narrated back then
When I pinched the pebbles she used to flaunt
When I teased with my paper boats throwing on her
Dear friend:
I am flowing to distant lands
I run perennially
With a mission of borrowing the secrets of incredible civilisations in my burbles
With a purpose to carry the age-old customs in my swishes
With a responsibility to inherit the centuries back traditions to the new generations through my ripples
I flow flow flow
In spite of storms that try to disturb my composing
In spite of big bays that try to engulf me
Then I thought:
O my God
Afterall my little brook taught me a lesson.