Send me a man.

send me a man

Send me a man.

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
Who loves to listen long,
And think before he speaks,
Send me a man who’ll call and not wait for weeks.

I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, he won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer when I ask
“How big is my behind?”

I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very
best friend.


©The Honest Fabler Pooja Mukherjee
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Love Spreads Smiles

LOVE SPREADS SMILES

One for the thing that spreads Smiles.

The time I wished on a falling star,
I found you in my life.
From that time, you are the reason
I believe in love,
in myself,
And the world.

Now that you are my love,
I feel overwhelmed
By the moments that we share.
Moments of Life, of Joy,
And of walking hand in hand in light & dark.

It happens to be a secret.
Meeting you was not an accident but a purpose.
Purpose to continue the untold story,
to travel the journey of fantasy,
And to be together forever.

When you make love to me,
everything seems right.
Taking my hand and guiding us through the night.
You reach out, take my fears and throw them in the past,
You penetrate my soul with hopes to make it last.

When you stand with me,
never shall I be afraid.
My core you’ve touched, my sanity you’ve saved.
But if you feel you can’t be strong in all my times of need,
You’ve given me the strength, somehow I’ll take the lead.

Never understanding, accepting what time may give
We’ll learn and grow together,
Cherishing each moment that we live.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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The Plea of Love – (Father’s Day Special)

A Plea of Love

One day a teardrop will fall from the sky.
And on that day, out of joy, I will cry.

Within my arms I’ll hold you tight,
And as you open your eyes to me you’ll know everything will be alright.

One day I will plant my seed,
And watch you grow into this love that I need.

I’ll come home from work and put your little palm in mine,
We’ll go for walks, talk & enjoy life, and forget about time.

Hold your little fingers in my massive hand,
I’ll teach you the ways of life so that you’ll understand.

When you’re sick and I’ve got sleepless nights,
It’ll be such a gorgeous sight to see you sleep in the middle of the night.

When we come home from our walks in the park,
And your mom’s complaining about her stretch marks
We’ll smother her with hugs and kisses and say,—
“You’re still beautiful, so beautiful tonight.
So give me your hand and enjoy the night.”

Your love from me is worth more than gold,
And it will continue to grow as you get old.

Like the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,
we’ll stay out together and watch the moon.

Tuck you in before you go to bed,
Butterfly kisses upon your forehead.

Never miss a dance recital or minor league game,
And even if I did I’d love you all the same.

So put your little palm in mine and come walk with me.
My happiness, you’ll sure see.

I know how much you’ll want to celebrate,
The day after you finally graduate.

I’ll provide the alcohol but only before eight,
And as long as friends be sure to designate.

And if your prom doesn’t go as planned,
Put your little palm in my hand.
I’ll lock away my heart and give you the key,
As long as you save the last dance for me.

So put your little palm in the center of my hand,
And one day, your father, you’ll understand.

You’ll move out of my home,
And have kids of your own.

And all the things I will have done you’ll understand,
One day when you kids put their little palms in the center of your hand.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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Death’s Lullaby

No more me.

My body is in silence, yet my heart’s loud.
The glimpse of black and white flickers with extreme oscillation in my cerebral.
And my soul inside? It’s falling apart.
Drifting between memories. Trying to hold on to one, But failing every time.
The noise from everywhere can not reach me under this midnight sun.
Voids of vein and numbness in my limbs are encroaching within.
Utter pain in my ribs, yet calmness​ flowing through my skin.

Jaws are locked, tightening my teeth.
There is cry for oxygen with my every breath.
Changing into pale lips and blue neck without any sense.
It is near, I can feel it’s cold presence.
The very next second, I am free.

No more happiness or sorrow, as I was before birth,
Looking at me from above, is it someone I know?
Alas! They’re incognito beings that surround me.
The water from their eyes will not bring me back from hollow,
I Am already free from agile and grief.
I’ll reunite with Fire, Wind, Earth and Sea.
Now, I am no more me, But still I wish to reborn as me.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Blanket of Dusk

As I lay on my back, the warm coarse sand touching my soft skin, making me feel as if I am laying on a warm bed of salt. Gently, I lift up my red tainted paint brush and mimic how I would paint clouds on the cloudless baby blue sky above me. As I lay under the warm sun, my brush in my heavy hand, something catches the corner of my eye. Something that I have not seen in a long time and it fills my heart with hope and love. Blanket of Dusk.

As I rub the warm salty sand off my tanned body, I start to slowly paint this beautiful image. My small paint brush touches the bare white canvas in front of me as if it is making love to it. The colors of red, burgundy, dark blue and grey fill the canvas. As I start to paint I know I am alive, my heart begins to fill with emotions. The vast clear sky starts to turn from a baby blue to an autumn red. The clouds changing from cotton white to a flaming orange-yellow. My hand takes life as if filled with its own emotions.
I stop as the tide starts to come in. I watch from a distance as the, now, blue sea touches the golden brown sand. The cold sea fills my footprints and wipes it away as if it were never there. It makes me think again and there’s a feeling of sudden loneliness. I try to calm my sad emotions down and continue to paint. I gaze upon the reflective water and the dusky autumn sky turning darker. The sun seems to be dancing as if with a twin on the red mirror-like sea water. My excited hand now painting with its own passion making me feel good and warm again.
 
As the sun begins to fade away, falling off the edge of the sea, I put my colorful paint brush down. I rest my exhausted hand it’s fingers throbbing. I sit on the cool sand and take in the epic event that is slowly unfolding in front of me. It makes me realize that life need not have a sad or an unhappy ending. My sad and lonely emotions begin to fade away as I feel alive, reborn and inspired.
 
I watch the warm red sun disappear behind the murky blue sea, I softly say to myself, What a glorious sunset.

©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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A Labor of Love

A Labor of Love

Whether you’re a pretty little girl,
or a brave little boy,
Just knowing that you’re on your way
fills my heart with joy.

You’ll learn that you’re my miracle.
For you, I’ve waited long.
You’ll see it in my poetry,
maybe even in a song.

May you always know what love is,
from our whole family.
That, my little angel,
is a promise straight from me.

I hope you grow up strong and smart.
Because you stayed in school,
Intelligence will be your art
And wisdom will be your tool.

You can be whatever you want to be
as long as you put your mind to it.
Whenever you hit a rough spot, though,
I’ll be there to see you through it.

Whether it’s music, dance or even sports
I’ll let you try it all.
We’ll shop for tights and soccer shorts
Downtown at the local mall.

I’m not sure of what else to say right now
’cause I’ve really said a lot.
You’ll learn to understand me
’cause I’m the only Mom you’ve got!


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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MOON BASE

I’ve heard that many people have “flying dreams”, nighttime visions of soaring through the sky like some kind of superhero or a magical human-bird; however, I doubt that the majority of those people have flying dreams akin to mine – ones that are often more frustrating than enjoyable. This type of dream is a recurring one for me. Every few weeks or so, it will pop up in my sleeping mind. I can’t decide whether I look forward to it or not, but regardless of my wishes, it’s with me for the good, it seems.

The dream always begins with me speeding across the sky. The landscape below often differs, but the one that appears most often and did so most recently closely resembles that of seaside cliffs. Flying through the air, skimming the water as a weightless, human airplane, there’s nothing I would rather be doing. It feels incredible to have the wind rushing in my face and to watch the earth pass by below me.

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

Deeper into the dream and madness. Birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky. Finishes off with the same reflection that the Life we live is unreal. It might even be a dream; and what we see or seems to be, be nothing more than “A Dream within A Dream”.
I have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing my wings on the way down. Used the wings of the flying Universe, dreamt with open eyes; saw in darkness.

However, it never lasts. For some reason that I can never quite grasp, I land, touching down smoothly onto those cliffs above the water. As soon as my feet come to rest on solid ground, I want to become airborne again, to feel those glorious sensations some more. Nevertheless (and here’s the frustrating part), no matter how hard I try or what I do, I simply can’t take off again. The rest of the dream is generally spent doing increasingly desperate acts to get back in the air (ie. running at top speed with my arms spread wide like some crazed flightless bird, lying flat on my stomach on the ground, waiting to take off like an airplane, and eventually repeatedly jumping off the cliffs and climbing back up to try again).

Maybe one of these nights, I’ll figure out the trick to getting back among the clouds. And I’d be able to have flying dreams, again.

“Visionary builds what dreamers imagined.”


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Inner Joy (A Happy Heart)

“Happy” is just a word. It doesn’t mean anything more than a random jumble of letters that I decide makes up a word. Happiness is a rush. It is also a slow burn. It comes all at once but it also builds up like a plotline with intense suspense. Everything builds up to one apex.

It can’t be something superficial, or something that only lasts for a day or two. It’s something that affects your entire life. It lasts. It burns inside of you and it doesn’t go out. That is happiness.

Happiness is a warm feeling. When we are happy we feel a sense of meaning and purpose in our lives. The journey to happiness is not achieving success or having enough things, it is not productivity or affirmation from others. The road to happiness is a life of purpose where our desires extend far beyond meeting our own needs and into the rich world of service to others.

How we feel about ourselves, the joy we get from living, ultimately depends directly on how the mind filters and interprets everyday experiences. Whether we are happy depends on inner harmony not on the controls we are able to exert over the great forces of the universe.

“The real happiness is to enjoy the scenery when on a detour.”

“Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.’’


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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I’m blue, I’m beautiful!

Is that what we wake up to every day?

From time immemorial, appearance has been foremost in humans’ mind. Humans are judged by their physical appearance. Thus, it is not surprising to witness mankind, especially women from all walks of life desperately try any means possible to achieve the perfect beauty.

However, beauty provides a perceptual experience of pleasure and happiness. It has no relation to features of our face or body, but rather character traits and qualities.

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly lies to the bone.

Beauty dies and fades away, but ugly holds its own! Create and cultivate inner beauty that never fades away but grows and matures with time!
Especially women in our society need to realize this fact and change our perception of the way we see beauty. What should be regarded as requisite in someone? It could be their pleasant character traits, or some might name it as the word soul.

People with inner beauty are those that love to make peace with everyone, take care of fellow beings and try to follow the path of justice and the light of wisdom.

As beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, thus it will not be defined or appraised as easily. We always have to be a first-rate version of ourself. Once an Italian painter said,

The summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needs to be added, taken away or altered, and that’s you.

You are beautiful.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee

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ZODIAC PROGNOSIS

The life of a being in one round chapter.

If you are frightened of dying & still holding on, you will see devils tearing your life away.
But if you have made your peace,
then the angels will retaliate and the devils will ask for mercy, freeing you from the earth.
The fact people are taking a horoscope post so serious is comical.
Horoscopes don’t determine the way a person acts and treats people.

I’m a Leo and according to “moderate believer” we are the devils.
Personally I wear my heart on my sleeve and bend over backwards for good people. It’s all about our heart and mind and the way we act within.

As mentioned by Victor Hugo:

“How can one possibly believe, that every ray of a star is a thread attached to a man’s head?”

We shall overrule our stars and have a greater influence upon planets of the firmament .
Astrology relies heavily on our “selective memory”, a tendency to remember successful “predictions” and forget missed predictions.
Play your Celestial variables, we all are angels if we act like one.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee

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