I broke my house

 In a sunlit field

under the galaxy of stars

I built my house and I called it home.

Where the Walls of emotions

holding the Roof of thoughts.

Where Doors of desires

welcoming Guests of preconceived notions.

Where Windows of fake wisdom

were draped in the curtains of confused psyche.

My ideal place to thrive.

Everything under my control.

I was happily playing inside.

One day life naturally unfolds

It shook my world upside down.

I RAN OUT OF LIGHT

in my house so tightly packed.

Nothing can escape and nothing can enter

against my will, opposing my wishes.

The darkness I fought

with all my fiery might.

This place my home

which I called my whole world.

In the whirlpool of wisdom

my world was twirling and shattering in pieces.

I ran to fix the walls

but the storm was so strong

Broke the wall open,

roof came tumbling down.

And I found I was incredulously wrong

The warmth of nature

The light of the galaxy

The light of the sun

were waiting for me with open arms.

True happiness wasn’t far.

There was light so bright everywhere.

The darkness has vanished.

I broke my home with my own hands.

I was truly enlightened

when I banished the

house of doubts, fear, and desire.

                                    Aarushi Agrawal

Forget it

I tried once
I tried twice
Then I understood something
Just like a wise
Do not disturb you forever and ever
And please don't disturb me whatsoever.
This is not a warning
But my humble advice.

Show me some signs
Let your action speak loud
If you wanna keep in touch
Just slough off all your proud

Speak your heart honest
and listen to your soul
And make it very lucid
if any grudge you hold

Relations and caress
Can how to be taken for granted
Will you make me understand
What made your style slanted

Surprise me  your actions
and amaze me your thoughts
How can you forget me
Love me or love me not.

                                            - Aarushi

My day during distance learning

When the day starts at 5

and never-ending it looks

My life hanging intricately

On four beautiful hooks

My bony legs are taking a stroll

In every nook n cranny

My hands are holding in prayer

Wishing to call a nanny.

My eager eyes are wobbly

Want to capture every scene in every room

This house badly needs cleaning

Can someone hand me the broom?

My fiery fingers working fast

They chopping rolling frying

My “always hungry” belligerent boys

Are fighting whining and crying

My multi-chambered brain is in smithereens

I figured one is not enough

If I can borrow someone else’s

To handle the add-on stuff

My one and only torso

Is no less than Pisa leaning tower

Bending stooping to check their homework’s

By 2 o’clock I m out of power

Google meets and reminder alarms

Are music to my ears.

Filled my house, filled my soul

The music I loathe to hear.

It’s time for some recharging

My body and my soul

Tea is for my salvation

And napping is my midday goal

20 minutes later

New body and new me

I m ready to enter phase 2

My parts are thankful n glee

My day is like time

No start has no stop.

4 Hooks in my life are

My kids, my job, fiesta food

and my never-leaving-me mop.

                                            - Aarushi

The Red tree

 The Red Tree

Those red leaves of the tree in my backyard

reminding me of that girl at the zenith of her beauty,

Who trance in pride.

The girl, so ready to be someone's beautiful bride.

The colors of her innocence.

The spirit of living her life

are dawning on every passerby.

She is standing so tall in pride.

All naked, no shame, no pretension, no shroud.

The colors of fall are blessing her beauty

It won't last long and live forever for sure.

Let her enjoy the moments, for it means to her so much

She has waited for so long 

for that very first touch.

She is a blossomed seed now.

The spark in her leaves

is no less than the first sunray of the dawn.

She is living at this moment

For with fall everything will be gone.

                                                    - Aarushi

Cobweb dress

Cobweb dress

Old and rustic me

But someone is busy decking me up 

With the skills innate and he is born with.

Intricately woven rainbow threads

Forming clouds and spirals around.

My dress is growing with every day passing. 

The design and pattern are one of its kind.

Making it unique the Sunshine of morning

Sparkling and gleaming, slurping the sun rays so bright, so kind, so divine

The fabric so delicate so rich so shiny

Someone aced the artwork of weaving

Diamonds in a pattern suits my style.

His love, his care is fabricated so delicately around.

I look so beautiful without me knowing

He who works day n night 

Is my lover for ages.

Old and rustic me

But someone has made me a glamorous celebrity.

I m the post on someone’s fence 

And spider dressed me with caress.  

                                    - Aarushi

Fallen leaf

Fallen leaf

( a narrative of a dead leaf that falls down from a big tree. Humans are like this fallen leaf when things turn upside down; we look to muster that lost confidence and finds ourselves  )

My life seems to be ended 

but it has not.

I feel more liberated.

I am a friend to the winds

When the life shakes and rakes

I found relations outside my tree.

I realized I am so blessed

I am so distinguished from others.

Holding my ground 

I fell in the womb of this mother (earth).

I feel in myself

I am so happy and not bound.

My entity was the pride of someone else.

A tree, so proud of having me.

But now I can live in the pride of my own

Because I m a fallen leaf.

                                           - Aarushi

I miss you ......DAD

My ears are so deaf 

they don't hear what you say.

They wish to hear those notes 

which have never been played.

I yearned for emotions that have never been expressed.

The bonding we should have shared.

My heart has always craved for those expressions

of how much have you cared.

I shout I scream, I fight with you 

for reasons or for not.

But you always do forgive me, DAD.

Your heart is free of knots.

You taught me lessons of unconditional love 

by silently taking care of my needs.

No condition, no talking, no unnecessary opinion 

is needed to grow a true love seed (In heart).

No parent is perfect in this world of parenting 

I admit when I became one.

You give your best to your child no matter

When it's your parenting turn.

I have a lot to say to you 

but words have limits and expressions are guests.

I missed you every day, all my life.

Hope you miss me, DAD, in your empty nest.

                                                                            Aarushi Agrawal "honey"