Poem 299 - Little Steps

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She took her first step ever, with a bright little giggle

On her tiny little toes, she gave him a small wiggle

As she stumbled, he caught her firmly mid air

Smiling at his daughter, he patted her with care

For with a single step, her journey had begun

She escaped from his hands, ready to run

But was picked up as soon as she tried

As he slowly tickled her, she squealed in delight

She pinched his hand, and he gave her a deep frown

She only giggled more, and his heart melted down

He held her tight, and they stuck like glue

He loved his jewel, and she loved him too

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of - https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/

Poem 298 - The Way I See

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I am not a scientist, but do I need to be one, to enjoy this night?

While they look through telescopes, at stars I probably can't spot

All I see out there, is a beautiful place, winking its joy - quiet and bright

For scientists see, the same I see, but not in the fashion I do

Nor do I need to be an artist, to stay up all night - painting a starry sky

For while they paint - they work - and while they work they don't enjoy

For me just looking, at such a surreal thing, makes time seem to fly

For artists see, the same I see, but not in the fashion I do

I might not notice the flower beds I stand upon

But it's not for them I've come here

For this beautiful sight, unlike flowers - is dead upon dawn

For maybe even flowers see, the same I see, but not in the fashion I do

I'd rather enjoy this one whole night, having the sky all to me

Such beautiful moments come rare - so look at it when you have eyes

I'd rather never be an artist or scientist and work my night lacking glee

For everyone sees, the same I see, but not in the fashion I do

For what they see, is just another night of gloomy toil
But for me it is a peaceful night, to think and watch
The twinkling stars, and gleaming moon - this night nobody can spoil
Perhaps it's only those out there who see what I see

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of  - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

Poem 297 - Dilemmas

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Always ends up on decisions we make

North or South? Left or Right?

We all know the maze of life isn't a piece of cake

And that's why we make most decisions in fright

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Got to choose wisely, yet can't be too slow

Tension breaks, as you don't know what to choose

Sweat pours down on my eyebrow

As on the chessboard I make a move to lose

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So while choosing your paths be firm and clear

Those dilemmas of yours, decide your tomorrow

For you choose the right key, then to success you're near

And when you choose the wrong, it might be a life of sorrow

~Gaurang Rao 

Written as a part of - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.ae/2014/08/path.html
and - http://www.theme-thursday.com/2014/08/theme-thursday-for-august-21-2014.html

Poem 296 - Life Is A Boat

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See that li'l boat yonder - bobbing away?

She can't come back until she's done her work for the day

Through tempests and typhoons she'll pass and go

But she won't leave todays' work for tomorrow

Life should be nothing but just the boat above

Never later, everything to be done now

She passes through her problems like they never prevail

And smiling to herself away she does sail

For life, is an easy road, just misted by a few potholes

And to walk through them safely, should be topmost on our goals

Follow that boat, as she laughs hard yet works harder

For in the end, on the road, we just want to reach farther

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of  - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

Poem 295 - Home a Heaven

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Home - a place where you can sleep as long as you want

A place where you are sure there is nothing to haunt

How I love running on that marble floor

And ringing the bell of the front door

Home sweet home my favorite weekend holiday

A place where our heart actually lay

The biggest support you get, your house gives

But the largest love - in one's home it lives

Enjoy your home, for you are one of the few who can

For it's homes not houses that are the nests of man

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of - http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ae/

Poem 294 - Letting Go

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Is it easy -as letting go of balloons as to let go of your suspicions?

For your mind will always have those doubtful visions

For there is always someone you want to blame

From the bottom of your heart you want to bring out that name

Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong

But don't hold your suspicions for too long

You'll have too much to worry about, just let it go

Don't let your suspicions grow

Doubts will arise, push it aside

For you don't have that much time to bide

So let it go, and enjoy one more doubtless day

You never know where the end of your line may lay.

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of  - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.ae/

and http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 293 - The Secrets Of The Room

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'Clean your room' says my mum for the fifth time in a row

With its beautiful messiness my room does sadly glow

I pick up clothes of long ago, stuff it in the cupboard

Of this hard working job I already feel bored

So much junk under the bed! Where'd those shoes come from?

From photos and shoes to an empty bottle of rum

I sweep out everything from under the stinky bed

Tired of cleaning I lie down, panting and  half-dead

Room though much cleaner than before, looked much more worse

I fall asleep, forgetting my mum's warning curse

She walks in finding the room messier than ever

A tornado of words as I wake up with a shiver

This poor old boy, had to clean while skipping dinner

That day - both the junk in my room and I grew thinner

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

(NOTE: I'm just 14. Sarcasm used :) )

Poem 292 - Winter Days

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Slippery driving, be cautious and alert

For an accident can happen through a little divert

I hate the cold, have a bad cough

Don't have the energy to have a good laugh

Throat pains, as I try to swallow

And even then my stomach feels hollow

Ah! Dear winter go away

You make my life dull as gray.

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of- http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.ae/

Poem 291 - Happy New Year

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Resolutions to make, parties to attend

It is time to enjoy with many a friend

Happy new year, and a prosperous one

May it be filled with happiness and fun

~Gaurang Rao

Poem 288 - The Current Youth

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It seems, we are the future, is it true?

And what are we supposed to do? I have no clue

Questions or riddles actually and I'm answer-less

If we are the future, the world might be a mess

With this generation, I have to cooperate?

And you expect us to wake up earlier than half-past eight?

And by telling me that we - the youth are the future makers, nice joke I say

We'll destroy it not create I'll bet any day

This generation, where technology has overtaken studies

And reading books is not as important as "hanging out" with 'buddies'

Will we change you think? I feel hopeless

We really seem to be in quite a big mess

Hopefully this will all be a big lie

I'm pretty sure you don't need to ask me 'why?'

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 285 - The Magic Of Childhood

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These few years, I'll hopefully enjoy to the most

After school days, who'll consider me a child?

Will I be considered small enough to be scared of ghosts?

And in a few years, I won't be able to act wild

Childhood has its magic in a beautiful way

Noticed by us almost at the last moment

Wont it be too late, to enjoy childhood to the fullest on the last day?

And when childhood's almost over, you don't know where it went

You won't be able to have a snow-fight

You won't be considered innocent when you go for a midnight snack

All these privileges, just as a child, it seems to give us so much might

And when you've realised you have wasted the magic of childhood, its too late to turn back

Pillow fights, sleepovers and what not for today

This special limited offer pack of  happiness and fun

Seems to be the most valuable yet shortest of joy's stay

And yet, when you notice it - childhood's almost done 

Just almost done :D

~Gaurang Rao

Written as a part of - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.ae/

Poem 284 - Happy B'day Sis!

Fourteen years have passed in a day i guess

For all this time has been so less

Wasn't it yesterday that we were fighting for the laptop?

And wasn't it mummy who made us stop?

Wasn't it yesterday you saw a lizard and started screaming

Is it really fourteen years? Or am I dreaming?

Time goes fast, but we never have the time to realise

By fighting and wasting time we were so unwise

But agree it, the amount we fought, was the best part of us

Shouting and hitting we created such a fuss

Fourteen years all the time we've been together - so much fun

I don't think we've forgiven each other for all the phan

Akka, I love you and I cant express it

But I'm pretty sure you understand every bit

Remember-?

Dropping nail polish on the floor?

Sending each other notes from under the door?

Me taking my revenge and irritating you?

Those good old days so precious and few

Dancing around mummy - and the longest hug competition

Thinking about it - what a wonderful vision

Happy eighteenth Akka

Though I've been there only for fourteen

I'm pretty sure your life was boring without me

Mine would be too without you - you see?

Happy birthday Akka...and may you have many more

~Gaurang Rao

Poem 276 - Lost In His World

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Lost in his world, he did not notice the waiter waiting

So many food items, but had to choose by price

Just a couple of notes in his hand he was clutching

So while choosing he had to be wise

The waiter grinned, looking at the boy lost in confusion

He coughed, to offer his help, but the boy absent-minded, shook his head 

For he wanted to make his own decision

Lost in his world, still the waiters presence, in his thoughts did not spread

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

and  - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.ae/

Poem 267 - Irritating Rust

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Rust is so irritating, seems to ruin stuff

From my cycle wheels to factory machines, I've had enough

And they turn stuff brownish-yellow not even red or blue!

Whether you scratch or you scrape, it will always stick like glue

Please rust, leave this world, take your colour away

Looking at you people, throw thing in dismay

You ruined my cycle bell, you ruined the engine of the car

Seriously you have to realize that you have gone a bit too far

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.ae/

Poem 266 - The Bearded House

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This empty house one day, decided to grow a beard

You might think this is quite weird

But he was determined, so he asked help from the plants below

They agreed and slowly on the house they did grow

But my god! What a beard he had grown, right under the sun

Creepers too had joined in for fun

He felt suffocated, wanted to trim it down

But the plants resisted, with scowls and frowns

After all he had asked help and they had done their duty

So the plants remained, changing the house's beauty

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.ae/

Poem 265 - Tiny Moving Speck

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I look down, to see a small black ant, crawling away

It moves so slowly, to reach its destination it'll take the whole day

On its back, a bit of fallen sugar it seems to be borrowing

Right under my nose, this tiny speck is moving

I decide to follow, on the ground I do kneel

It trudges on again, slowly carrying its meal

It stops in the middle, probably to take a break

Probably now with a bitter back ache

I follow no more as it goes through a cupboard crack

But one day for food he will be back

When the storage in his house is empty or low

Right under my nose, he might come or go

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - (after a long time) http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ae/

Poem 264 - The Terrifying Zombies

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I woke up one morning to see a strange sight

Outside, from the window, some creatures were having a fight

They looked like, Oh no! Could it be? Yes, zombies
And for a moment my heart did stop and freeze
It's not even Halloween, are these just wacky costumes?
 Fighting with stick, axes and brooms

It was not just one or two, but so many of those weirdos 

Fighting away, giving each other some blows

I screamed for my mother, I heard footsteps on the staircase

Relieved, I ran to the stairs, only to see zombies all over the place

I run to my room, lock the door, no use, the zombies break through

With twisted necks, and white eyes, their stare on me increasingly grew

I jumped out of the window, only to wake up with a scream

It was a nightmare after all, never a dream

For a moment my heart, the nightmare did steal

Thank god I'd woken up, for it had felt so real

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ae/
and - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 254 - A Letter From A Laptop

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From, The Laptop

18th August 2013,

To, The Unkind Humans,

Dear humans, all day you click and stare away,

Not a moment away from me, you can stay,

But I actually don't get the happiness I need,

Even when I've become your place to play and read.

The way you treat me is not at all fair,

I really need my respect's share,

Why? You spend half the day next to me,

Clicking away, and banging all the buttons harshly.

I might have made life easy for you,

So please think about me too,

My dear keys and buttons, won't survive for long,

If you hit it with your hands so strong.

Please reply to this poor, dying soul,

For, you've made me feel that your heart is black as coal.

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://dversepoets.com/

Poem 252 - Junk Ads And Mail

Letters and other junk to see

Bank letters, postcards and advertisements for free 

Some important and some useless papers for me

Oh! Why can't these useless letters just be?

Useless letters form a different stack by yourselves please

Don't get blown away with the breeze

Stop flying, at once, you must cease

These junk letters never put me at ease

What a waste of paper these ads in the mail are

What am I supposed to do with college ads from so far

Or with the ad of the opening of a new restaurant and bar

Nowadays even kept between the wipers of my car

Oh! Junk mail, please  don't irritate me

I have more important things to see

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 248 - The Wheel

I was walking in, these woods, one day

When between some plants I noticed something lay

Would you believe it? It was a metal wheel so old

Today, it might be worth quite a bit of gold

So heavy, I couldn't lift the wheel

So to look at it, I had to kneel

So old, so huge must be from a war tank I had a guess

But it could be from one of the oldest carts no less

The oldness deduced from the amount of rust

I was the first one to touch it in some time, said the wheel's dust

I decided to let it lay there - for a few centuries probably

After all it was of no use to me

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/