Depth - Poem Collection

 The trending picture of a woman with eight hands, Is not a reality, it's not how she stands. On this Women's Day, let's take a pause, And shatter some myths, and take a new cause We need not do it all, we need not be perfect, We're human after all, and we have our own effect, Let's accept that we have only two hands, And our men lend us theirs, to make us stand. It's smart to ask for help, to seek some support, With household and professional work, let's not distort, Our abilities by trying to do it all alone, Let's reach out for help, let's make it known. For we are not weak, nor are we frail, We are strong, and we do prevail, But we don't have to be superwomen, We can be ourselves, and still be stunning. So let's embrace our true selves, And let go of societal shelves, Let's ask for help, let's seek support, And let's celebrate the women of every sort.

 It's been seven years since he left us, Thatha, the walking encyclopedia, Reading and expanding knowledge till the end, A scholar who inspired us all. He was more than just a grandpa, He was a mentor, guide and a bestfriend, A wise sage who shared his insights, And filled our lives with wisdom. I remember the day he left us, As he gave me a flying kiss, Waving goodbye with a smile on his face, Little did we know it was his last goodbye. His presence still lingers on, In the pages of books he loved to read, And in the memories we hold dear, Of a kind soul who left us too soon. Thatha, we miss you dearly, And on this seventh anniversary, We remember your legacy, Of knowledge, love, and grace.

N ature can be cruel and unfair, A truth that can't be denied, As the cuckoo baby cheats and steals, Leaving the host mummy's eggs to die. The host works hard to build her nest, To raise her family with care, But the cuckoo's sly and cunning ways, Leave her babies with little to spare. The cuckoo's hatchling, strong and bold, Kills the host's eggs, one by one, Leaving the host with nothing to hold, Her babies gone, her work undone. Nature can be harsh and unkind, With no regard for right or wrong, But we must try to understand, This is just how nature belongs. It's not just the cuckoo, it's all around Nature can be cruel and harsh From the lions hunting down the deer that bound To the storm destroying cities in a flash But we can't hate nature, it's a part of our lives We must learn to accept and understand For in the end, it's all about survival and thrives Nature is just being nature, As it is what is demand

God wanted me to have an angel And that’s when he gave you to me: An angel who’s always by my side, Heart as beautiful and deep as the sea.  You have been there in all my moods, Cheered me up when I’m sad, We’ve acted silly, fought for no reason, But on you I can never be mad You’re one person I can rely on, And share my deepest thoughts, The bond that we share, oh Piggy, Is stronger than the strongest knots. You are now turning twenty five, I smile thinking how fast time has flown, From a Piggy Baby to a pretty young lady, I  rejoice how beautifully you’ve grown You will always be my “Piggy Baby”  I love you to the moon and back  Many more happy returns of the day! Wish you a very Happy Silver Jubilee ❤️

It’s been quite a journey, Of finding my dream boy, Finally, he’s here, The one who brings me joy. I knew there was someone, Who’s made just for me, Finally, he’s here, Forever with me he will be. My dream boy has come alive, More romantic than I’d dreamt, Here we are building bonds, This decision I’ll never repent. I sit here dreaming of travelling, Not only the world with him, I want to be there by his side, As, in the waves of life we swim. “I’m there for you... always”, said Arun, “We’ll make this journey beautiful”, I can feel that in every challenge of life, He’ll keep me happy and cheerful.   My life, in the shortest notice has changed, I have started to fall in love with him, When he says something sweet and funny On my face, he brings a genuine grin.   Finally, I write, expressing my feelings, A feeling, that for a lifetime will bloom, Into the strength that would always, Keep alive the spirit of ‘MridulArun’. - Mridula Murthy 

When I see life as a garden, I see flowers, trees and lots of fun, I also see pests and weeds, But when i clear them, I get my needs. When I see life as a tree, I feel like leaves high up and free, Then comes the autumn and I shed down, But then comes spring: a new dawn.  When I see life as the sky, I feel like a bird and I can fly!! I also see clouds that make me feel low, But only clouds can bring rains and a rainbow.