Saturday, November 11, 2017

My Silly Poem



Very, very long ago
And once upon a time
I wrote a silly poem
That had no rhythm or rhyme

The words were really silly
And made no sense at all
And whosoever heard it
Would either cry or bawl

They would all yell at me
And ask me to please stop
But I refused to believe
That my poem was a flop

I made many copies of it
And stuck them on pizzas and pies
But then no one would eat them
And they would attract just flies

So I read it to trees and flowers
And I read it to the skies
I read it to imps and fairies
Who I felt were more wise

They pondered and wondered
At what my poem meant
They had meetings over it
And many a weeks they spent

But since they never understood
They decided not to take stress
They accepted and awarded me
And declared my silly poem the best

  © Copyright Renu Vyas

This one is for my granddaughters Aayushi and Avni :)

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Where has the laughter gone ?



"Always find a reason to laugh. It may not add years to your life, but will surely add life to your years."

Please don’t be misled by the title of this post. I am not sad and neither have I lost my sense of humour. I still have my sense of humour intact, but I don't laugh out loud like I did years ago. There was a time when I laughed in pure unadulterated joy at the smallest of things but now I don't find things as funny as I once did.

In fact when I look around, I see that overall people don’t laugh so much anymore. It is not that we are depressed, well maybe sometimes we are, but most of the times it is just that we are so distracted and caught up in our chaotic everyday life trying to make ends meet, trying to beat deadlines, multitasking,  and living up to expectations that we do not notice the funnier side of life. We are never fully present in the moment.

Most of my phone conversations with my family happen with me working at the same time doing this or that.

Another reason could be that for something to be funny there has to be a surprise or unusual angle attached to it. Sadly most things do not surprise me now as I get older. There is a sense of “been there, done that”. It is not that I am becoming blasé but I just don’t find things that funny anymore.

When was the last time you really laughed ? and by laughed I mean that loud belly aching laugh..it seems it is missing from life these days. It is as if we are living without truly being alive.


Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Love Immortalized


Instead of carving you
In wood or stone
I preserved your memories
In my heart 
And captured every aspect of you
In my poetry
Immortalizing you
Through my words

  © Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, November 05, 2017

Those Moments



Somewhere in between
Soft midnight conversations
Your cigarette breaths
And my coffee stains
I fell in love

© Copyright Renu Vyas