Seasons of Life

Sitting in my balcony, I felt the agony

Of changing seasons, without any reasons

Alike the different and difficult phases of life

Creating a situation full of strife

Spring brings a season of happiness

That dwells on the idea of childhood madness

All the flowers come back on the tree

Making your surroundings full of spree

Then arises a scorching sun called summer

This never lets a child slumber

Adolescent is the age of rebellion

That teaches to change colour like a chameleon

Now is the turn of magical monsoon

This extracts you out of your ideal cocoon

Adult is the age of all the wisdom and pain

That drenches your system in the rain

Pre winter is the season of confusion

If it’s summer or winter, is permanent state of delusion

Unable to decide whether you are young or old

All your childishness and intelligence gets paroled

Here comes the season of chilling winter

Giving you a thrill of death and quiver

The opinionated old age is actually overrated

Attention and fear gets conjugated

Autumn sheds all reasons of your existence

Crossing all the limits of your developed resistance

It releases your life from the entire wrath

And let you sleep peacefully in death.

Packing the tickets in an envelope,

She envisioned her despondency

Whenever she saw her

Parents sacrificing their private

Holiday trip for the coinage,

Compensating the extra expenses and

College fees for her; every time

Her father would say,” I’ll take

Your mother directly on the Europe

Tour next year, what’s in India to see?”

And each time she’d know it’s not

About the places but money;

Instead of gifting the envelope to her

Husband for their honeymoon, she

Decided to send it to her parents’ address

Fulfilling their surreal dream to go

On the Europe Tour someday, feeling

Warm, content and happy.

Punctuation.

Ever since I met you I believed I have only learnt the

Art of using correct syntax (what we call

Grammar but I am a coder so) and words in

Sentences, but I apprehended now that beyond

I gained the skill of moving on with a heavy

Heart, you taught me it is stupid to be

Poignant, monotonous, melancholic and miserable

All the time and made me realise that the only

Full stop (.) in our life should be when we stop

Breathing, otherwise, after a particular phase

Just put a comma (,) and let the flow maintain in

Addition to the testimony of the fact you introduced,

I to this free verse poetry, you made me ask questions

To satisfy my curiosity and imparted me the concept of

Question mark (?); then you juxtaposed

Two independent events of my life replaced the dot

With a semicolon making me flabbergasted and

Thoughtful, that it is really possible to not to use

Full stops anywhere and still are able to write a

Whole poem or prose, I aspire to always remember

The language you taught me and hope that we never

Face a full stop in our friendship too; So, I’m ending this

Poem rather with ellipses……….