My Best Half

Time’s due / My best half.

First time we met.
We smiled, laughed and played
by the big Oak Tree in the back.
A kindergarten friendship we made.

It lasted for years,
Through all of the school life.
Laughs and smiles,
Fights and tears.

And now we know,
We are never apart.
If I did anything right,
In life…

It was giving you my heart.
Time, if I had all the time in the world
I would want absolutely nothing.
It is not time itself that makes your life worth something.

In the time that I have,
I will be kind, gentle
and more giving.
I will take advantage of all the time I have to show more joy;
I’ll be living.

I will take the time that I have
to listen more intently.
I will respond and speak more
wisely and more softly.

In the time that I have
I will share it with those whom I love,
Because I have no idea how much time I have;
that is up to God above.

In the time that I have
I will devote myself to God through you.
Let the word of God enlighten me
because without her I have no life.

In the time that I have
I will love and honor my wife in all that I do.
I do this out of love, a devoted and
never ending love for you.

In the time that I have I will share a passion
for a blessed and positive life.
I will make the time to share my love with
my one greatest blessing, my beautiful wife.

In the time that we have together I will lift you up
in spirit and to God I will pray.
That you have health, kindness, and love as part of your blessing each and every day.
Time is no longer my friend, and I know that is true.

My wife, that is why I want to devote all my time in loving you.


© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
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बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश

बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया,
ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया।
सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की,
पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया।


Translation:

When the drops of rain drenched me,
It felt like the lost touch of your fingers.
The petrichor came from the earth,
But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that’s you.


It’s my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I’d really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^

©The Honest Fabler

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The Blank String

Family along the streets.

Just a few bodies live together in a hole,a burrow in a space of cement concrete.
Pigeons that return on beaks of worms,gophers in their holes of common space.
Exploring life,sharing its outer darkness,as the sky hangs in balance,tautly held.

Our children eat porridge off our hands, we are their white walls,with nail-holes.
Their clothes are hung in our blankness.

Old man stare at ceilings,under the stairs,sagging cots bring them closer to the earth.
Away from the overhanging sky of the roof.
Just a few bodies that return to the earth,one by one noting each other’s presence.

Salvaged pastels,
Make up a chalky wraith,swaying and sighing,from day to day and night to night.

Dust filled drops
Frozen on the cheeks,lacklustre and void of roses,petals fallen like crumbled ash.

Pools of Black Death
Afraid and burned by light,no longer dilating or rippling,standing still in time .

No more visitors of Life Only sights of a ghost prison,gray buildings,and empty avenues.

The broken,the lifeless,the angry,the wraith that walk along the streets.

Along the streets.
Along the streets.


© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
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Prismatic Life

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word you write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the purple passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.

Colours of life

White, as far as the eye can see snow had finally arrived to every place but me..

Black, Shadows lurk the streets strikes fear into my heart and finds the soul he eats..

Green,eyes never ending in that one shade rare but findable frightening but lovely a creation in which evolution has made..

Blue,the ocean has a calm and safe feeling an Unstoppable full of emotion you look and see it will never stop seeking..

Red,Flames lightning up one by one heat fills the space as well as hate close your eyes and hope this will be undone..

Yellow, illumination covers my site the colour has blinded my view and I am the only one to witness this light..

Purple, my own realistic fantasy a dream where the world is different and I am forced to see..

Orange, and year of happiness is now here energy flows through me until the power is surrounding us everywhere.

Everywhere we see the passion in these colours of life we embrace.

© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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Dripsy Dropsy

Dripsy Dropsy

Monsoon’s Dripsy Dropsy Rhythm

Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.
Red, blue or cream.
They all shout in joy,
Rain you always come in my dream.
Whenever it rains, I feel so free
Free as a bird, rain is my life
Washing away my troubles
Quenching my sun-baked soul
While others rush for cover
I stroll among the empty streets
The rain dancing upon my lips.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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A BLACK RAY

ray

Did you listen?

I have felt like this for a while,
but I have kept it all inside.
This time, though, its way too much,
I do not think that I can not cry.
This sense of loss and emptiness,
most people feel it too.
I hope if I don’t voice it,
it will pass on through.

This feeling has not passed,
I think it’s here to stay.
Yet, what is making me feel this,
I really cannot say or lest sense the hope’s ray.
It’s more like something is missing,
than something causing pain.
It’s messing with my mind,
it makes me feel insane.

I have realized something though,
it’s only for me to decide.
Do I want to live my life,
or always wonder why?

A life where no one even knows I exist,
where everything I have ever known was a lie.
A life where everyone avoids me,
where I become just an another forgotten memory.

A life where I question whether the world I am living in is real, or a figment of my imagination,
where nothing seems familiar,
and I forget where I am,
and I don’t know how to get back home.
Destined to walk this lonely world,
forever,
Lost…

I try to tell myself
but the cuts tell me different.
What am I to do with all these dreams of
death and tormenting?
Am I to lock it up and hide my feelings?
That seems the only way.
But why can’t I be saved again?
Am I so damaged that I can’t be saved ?
Broken with every care in my heart.
Do I even have a heart anymore ?
Can I show love anymore ?
Can I smile without hiding how I really feel?
It goes on and on and I have nothing.
No one,forever,
Lost…


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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TRASH THE ASH

TRASH THE ASH

Who says being a quitter is a bad thing?

I have been strong for far too long, can’t keep the pace now.
I have been carrying on ,driving down the same old roads, I am losing faith, starting to lose face.
Seems it’s the same every day, seems nothing ever changes. I have nothing left to lose, there is nothing left to gain. There isn’t anything left to say.
These pills only kill the pain for just so long, just one more line and I will be able to go on. I have run out of cigarettes to smoke, I am down to my last shot of whiskey. I know that if I keep up this lifestyle, it will kill me .

Hold me close,do not let me go,I find myself becoming my own worst enemy.Hold me tight ,don’t let my mind take flight .It is getting harder for me to breathe.I need a helping hand ,someone to save me from myself ,because I do not think I can and I do not know how much more I can stand. I feel I have lost my mind,all concept of time,I go to extreme just to unwind .

I am sorry if my words have brought you down ,it seems like you are always around,for the good and the bad days,when I am feeling crazy,a touch of insane.You get it all ,the best of me and the worst of me ,now that I am down on my knees,crying please.I realise it’s you who whispers to me calmly,soothing away the misery.It is you who makes me want to straighten out and get clean.I know there is a better way to ease my pain ,I do not need drugs to make myself feel sane .I have you brighten those darker days .


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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Guardian Angels

guardian angels

I remember the time I was afraid to face the world.
It was them who held me close, like a shield and we faced it together.

I remember the time when I was afraid to tumble.
It was them who held my hand & taught me to walk.

I remember the time I felt like the water would drown me.
It was them who held me in the deep waters and taught me to swim.

I remember the time when I was afraid to meet new people at school.
It was them who told me how important a friend is in our life.

I remember the time when I was afraid my birthday gift wouldn’t be good enough.
It was them who saved for months and surprised me with the unexpected.

I remember how sad I was when my first friend left me.
It was them who gave me strength to endure the future.

I remember how sad I was when I almost flunked a major year,
It was them who provided me solace & gave me the hope to say, “Never again.”

I’ve been through times of happiness, sadness, bitterness & hurt.
But it’s always them, who have been with me till the end.

Certainly, our parents make the best squad in the world!


Update:

Hola readers! It’s always a pleasure to have you guys read my pieces and also reply to your thoughts at the same time. For this week however, I’m going for a vacation and I’ve decided to not be on the internet the whole time! So I hope you guys leave your thoughts on the post and expect my reply by the weekend! Also, my posts have already been scheduled to not cause any trouble. Oh, I love the new technologies! Hope you guys have a great week ahead. Adios!


©The Honest Fabler Ashutosh Gursale
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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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