Earning , yet Yearning

This poem got published in Infosys Magazine - "Anukriti"

An empty lane

An empty game..

I just walk like

-another sane.

Even stars are missing out at night

escaping every moment from my sight..

Flowers are mesmerizing

but not more than you...

Trees are mollycoddling ....

But not as you do.....

24X7 Food courts ,

Serving me with,

-Delicious dosas

-Mouth-watering melon juices..&

-Sumptuous Salads....

Yet , I miss those Spicy foods, and hot egg curries, you made and spoon fed me...”Once”

I tap my head

and cough like hell

when I pour out extreme hot coffees straight to my mouth..

&get  myself hurt..

Yet, I walk with a smile towards my bay,

reminding myself of those sweet days

where, you made hot idlies ,
with your feathery hand,&
and fed me,
after carefully pooh pooh-ing them.

And when I asked , ”Mom, Why you are pooh pooh ing  it???”
You smiled back and said , ”Else the heat will hurt you dear!!”

That’s how, my life went.…”Once”

Even a single grain meant a lot,

when it was from you,,,

Now, I’m living this fake life

yearning for real pleasure,,

yearning for a place near you...!!!

Awesome ambience with mellifluous air chilling me out , ...

But still I yearn for that lovely little home

filled with  love, affection, and bliss.

This is an empty game

searching for an empty fame

I wander here

I wander there

Having no clue of my next move

Just a smile, And all pain was gone...

You were just standing next to me

Caring me

Caressing me... &

Cuddling me...

I was reaching out for your hands...

for every tussle...

Of my life...

Now,I'm suffering

The pangs of separation...

Alone..

All alone..

I dont have you near

Neither, I have a word to hear

from you at rear

Just like a mouse in maze...

I'm lost in this lonely place

And longing for your lovely gaze,
I’m sure…

Happiness will come only when I see your face..

I miss you…

My dear mom....

& Lovely dad…

I smile

Despite.....

Tears well up every night..

Thinking of you, my sweet delight…!!

I miss you !!

Of all these,

there's something else..
I miss

and yearn for

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Programming is a new guest

But, Poetry is my zest

that cherishes like fest

Every time i open notepad to code

my hands type "Days ago, I Lived like..."… *blah blah*

And with a tiny smile..

I undo everything
And get back to my coding job….

type

#include<stdio.h>

#include<conio.h>

I wished i could include my memories and stitch it with all my love ...

But including header files.........has become a task hardly I Love ,over here !

Never I dreamt I'd sit till eleven, just to write comments for C program

For , once

Commenting in facebook , alone was my sole job .....

An empty dream..

An empty game..

I hold myself inside this world

For a long than I could stay

I wonder how

I wonder why

I am here!!!

Although, I knew it’s my new stage

Reaching out for corporate life!!!

My life...

Everywhere I go, I just keep reminding of one thing

The days I had...

The moments I Cherished..

With my family and clan...

“Every Diwali,

Every Pooja holidays,&

Every New Year

I had with them.. Once”

Profession eats my entire time

That  scarcely I could find time

for my passion

I miss my blogging habit

I miss my jotting in jiffy

Programming for Pay...

Poetry for my permanent stay...

As, It vanquishes my pangs every day…

All that I wanna say..

Is that --

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I miss everything I had “once”...

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I wonder how ......

I wonder why.......

I am here.......

Yet,I’m living this fake life of mine…

And loving the old past that shines

Should I smile..” I’m Earning “

Or Simper -…. “ I’m Yearning”!!!