Lights

Lights
Lights are many, bright and dim.
Some in the center, some at the rim.
The ‘sweet shop’ board, illuminated with lights,
makes any kid’s eyes shine a ton more bright.
The street lights in the city at night,
Encourages people to wrap the day and give a rest to their might.
The lights at the entrance of a church wedding,
shows beginning of new relations in a bright setting.
The desk light in exams, under which a poor student is bent
And outside, by a poor mother, illuminated prayers are sent.
But there is a more excruciating, painful light
That doesn’t actually illuminate but shows a situation of fright.
The candle flame behind which
Stands a family bewitched.
Not because they are in the dark,
But because there is no light.
P.S. – This poem shows the absence of electricity in rural areas.
-DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

What is Love?

One fine day, someone came up to me and asked “What is Love?”

It put me to confusion; I put my thoughts to exploitation

But could not come to a conclusion         

To the meaning of love or its definition

Is love the warmth of the serene sunlight?

Is love the flowers’ fragrance or their colors bright?

Is love the gratitude to your parents when they buy you a new tank top?

Or the ecstasy of a child eating his favorite lollipop?

Is love the heaviness in your heart when your loved ones leave?

Or is it the faith in the God that we believe?

Is it the excitement of meeting your best friend after a long time?

Or the serenity while hearing a wind chimes?

Is it the satisfaction of making someone smile?

Or the desire to meet your wife even if she is away a 100 miles?

Is it the joy of a newborn clasping your finger?

Or the homeliness you feel after drinking your maa ki chai laced with ginger?

Is it seeing your child stand on its feet and walk?

Or the bliss while hearing your girl friend’s sweet little talks?

Is it the pride that comes when you see a flower in your own garden bloom?

Or the contentment you get when sitting with your better half peacefully in a room?

Love, a word, undefined, unknown

Everyone has its notion of its own

The meaning of love can never be defined

But it will always remain in each heart of every kind.