The Morning Sun – A Haiku

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The bright morning sun
Peeks over the horizon
Lighting up our world.

To All the Bullies I’ve Known…

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Thank you for making fun of my glasses, my obesity and my hair,
for you taught me how to love myself for who I am.
I will teach my son to never in his life about such things care,
as the people’s obsession with vanity is quite an elaborate scam.

Thank you for spreading those random rumors about me,
for you taught me that I have no control over what others say.
I will teach my son to always truthful and honest be,
and not partake in, nor believe any unfounded hearsay.

Thank you for humiliating me on that Instagram reel,
for you taught me to separate true friends from those who were merely a farce.
I will teach my son to never hurt and always help heal,
for what seems like harmless banter can leave behind a lifetime of scars.

Thank you for those snide comments on the color of my skin,
for you taught me to be proud of my culture and identity.
I will teach my son to understand and remember his roots and origin,
and that the beauty of this world truly lies in its diversity.

Thank you for all the bullying I had to ever endure,
for without it I wouldn’t be who I grew up to become.
I will teach my son to remember that Karma will ensure,
that life in the end is a game of zero-sum.

An Abecedarian of Life

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Alphabet is the mother of language
Brushstrokes conspire to create a picture
Cultures truly shape society
Diversity defines all parts of nature
Empathy strengthens humanity
Friendship gives life meaning
Gratitude teaches appreciation
Humility keeps us grounded
I’s combine to form a We
Justice has its own timeline
Karma catches up to us all
Love is the supreme feeling
Mind is an infinite canvas
No is a necessary evil
Opinion is everyone’s right
Poetry is a song of the soul
Qualities are a man’s adjectives
Revolution is born out of oppression
Silence isn’t always golden
Time is your most precious commodity
Unsaid remain the most profound thoughts
Vicarious are a reader’s pleasures
Words are the most powerful weapons
Xenophobia has no place in this world
Yet we need to preach and teach diversity
Zero is the absolute truth.

My First Haiku: Stillness of Silence

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For the uninitiated (like I was until a couple of days ago), a Haiku is a Japanese poem containing 17 syllables with three lines in a 5-7-5 format. There are also other technicalities of a traditional Haiku – I am no expert, and probably don’t intend to be but I thought I’ll take a shot at it.

Some of the best Haikus can be found all over the internet, mostly from traditional Japanese poets. And without much ado here’s mine!

Stillness of silence,
Then the chaos of a scream
And silence again.

If Feelings had Faces…

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Have you ever wondered, if feelings had a face,
would each have a certain characteristic, shape, form or race?

I think I’ve seen the purest joy when a child reunites with his mother,
when there is nothing in the world they wouldn’t give to be with one another.

I think I’ve seen the deepest sorrow when a life is lost before its time,
when the world just seems unfair, and without reason or rhyme.

I think I’ve seen the ugliest hatred in the perpetrators of discrimination,
when it drives a human to put another through unjust humiliation.

I think I’ve seen the worst greed when the rich steal from the poor,
when money is all they see and are blinded by its false allure.

I think I’ve seen the most extreme anger when someone is betrayed,
when someone shakes the foundation of trust that over years had been laid.

I think I’ve seen eternal hope when all else seems to fail,
and nothing short of a miracle can get you out of jail.

I think I’ve seen the most unconditional love in selfless sacrifice,
when possessing ceases to be the goal, just the other’s happiness does suffice.

When You’re Gone…

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Years and years from today,
When you slip into your deepest slumber,
How will the world remember you?
Have you thought what will you leave behind?

When they gather around you for that one last time,
Have you thought what will they have to say?
When they think back on the memories you shared,
Have you thought which ones will come rushing back?

While endlessly running in this worldly race,
Have you thought what really is your finish line?
Before chasing that next elusive dream,
Have you thought to pause and enjoy what you’ve already achieved?

In the chaos and madness of this busy life,
Have you thought to look at what you’ve built thus far?
When you were a child and wanted to grow up to be someone,
Have you thought to ask the mirror if that someone looks like you?

When you are nothing but a collection of memories and stories,
Have you thought what will the cover of your biography say?