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Thursday, November 10, 2022

Dear Anonymous

 My eyes laid on a name

while reading the flight plan

I pondered who is the man

behind this game

Is he just a name?


He is the dispatcher

and his credit is long due



When roster guy called me

to offer me a flight

I wondered he is out of sight

offering me a flight of choice

Is he just a voice?

He is the scheduler

and his credit is long due



Talking to different ATC officers 

make me wonder

they all are part of my day

making me safely stay

up and high in the sky

Are they all anonymous?

They are air traffic controllers 

and their credit is long due


Wearing my favourite dress

makes me wonder

who runs this business?

Clothing gives me happiness, 

excitement and confidence 

Who is there behind this?

He is the businessman

and his credit is long due.


Sitting on my dining table

while having my dinner

makes me wonder 

who grew this vegetable?

He must be professional 

He is the farmer

and his credit is long due.


Sometimes 

a dialogue in a movie,

monologue of a radio jockey,

lyrics of a song

bring you back 

where you belong

A poem by anonymous 

takes away your stress

Isn’t it miraculous?

Who is master behind this?

He is the writer

and his credit is long due.


Sometimes

a learning travels to you

by your friend 

who shares with you

someone’s story

brings you glory,

shapes your life

and makes you bright

Who is the man behind it?

He is anonymous 

and his credit is long due.


Life is like a flight

Behind every flight

many anonymous 

help us complete 

our journey

And in our lives

many anonymous

help us 

write our destiny

Today is the day

to say thank you 

as their credit is long due.


©️Priya Jain

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Two ways about it

 


Every time I step out

carrying my wings

on my heart

I don’t know if 

I will return back

the same day or

days later

I don’t know 

my destination

and 

I don’t know

my intention



Let’s take a sneak peek

into my life

Uncertainty at its peak

that’s what it is

Getting up to alarms

at the most weird times

Getting up in different cities

on different beds

Getting up to different views

Sometimes Goan sunrise

At other times the city lights

Sometimes scheduled layovers

and at others unscheduled


Life has two ways about it

Monotonous and Uncertain 

Make a choice

A video call in your room

tucked in your blanket

with a hot cup of coffee

and exchange of words

Or

a walk by the beach

a conversation 

with a stranger

making you feel light

at heart 

Make a choice

Sitting alone 

and writing a poetry

or 

going to places 

in a group and

collecting instances

to write a poetry

Make a choice


Cribbing, complaining 

and comparing

or 

living utmost 

in the moment 

living like there 

is no tomorrow 

Make a choice 

Being intolerant,

sad and ungrateful 

or

Being lively, happy

and grateful

Make a choice

Life always have 

two ways about it

make a choice


©️Priya Jain











Sunday, September 4, 2022

Holding short of Runway

 Holding short of runway

The red warm sun ray

touching not only my mole

but

penetrates through my soul

screaming aloud,

“Look where you are

and thank your stars”

shattering my Monday blues

into  poetry, prose and muse


Looking at the majestic sky

and a colourful butterfly 

flies on my windshield 

and 

my mental wounds get healed

when I could relate to butterfly

who took all hues from the sky 


A black bird flapping her wing 

plucking a golden string

in my heart to make me realise 

that I am a bird in disguise 

Whole sky is my home

Earth is where I roam

I roam for responsibilities 

and for other nitty grit-ties

Flying can’t be an ambition

It’s an act of devotion

It’s a pure form of meditation 

It’s my soul’s rendition



Pinks, tangerine and blues

The grand sky filled with hues

brings me out of mundane

it relieves me of the pain

Pain of separation from my son 

Home to airport is a long run

run of emotions and anxiety 

Finally I thank Almighty

when I hold short of runway 

and 

I feel the red warm sun-ray

touching not only my mole

but penetrates into my soul

screaming aloud,

“Look where you are

and thank your stars”

shattering my Monday blues

into  poetry, prose and muse


© Priya Jain 


Thursday, July 21, 2022

My inverted world

 Welcome to my inverted world

Here in the sky, I get curled

in one lil crimson pink cloud

away from the terrible crowd


Sipping on coffee, sunbeam

looking at Sun’s red rim

takes me out of the maze

gifting me a beautiful balance

between being spiritual 

and being just a human


Blue,brown, green ground

where peace can’t be found 

Hustle bustle everywhere

Ambitions erasing me 

layer by layer

I revive myself in the skies

There my happiness lies


Up here

Sun blooms on my window

How will I feel sad and low!

Down there I am dramatic 

Up here I feel cathartic


I fly just like Aladdin 

on the feather pink

My Genie, being my God

He deserves an applaud

for spinning my destiny

with threads of harmony


© Priya Jain 


Monday, May 23, 2022

Let's Fly

 Let's fly fly fly

in the skies

Let's fly fly fly

in the highs


Let's fly fly fly 

in the aeroplane

Let's fly fly fly

in the rain


Let's fly to the mountains

Let's fly to the canyons

Let's fly to the deserts

Let's fly to the forests


Let's fly fly fly

in the skies

Let's fly fly fly

in the highs


Let's fly fly fly 

in the aeroplane

Let's fly fly fly

in the rain


Let's fly to the valleys

Let's fly to the seas

Let's fly to the plateus

Let's fly to the dunes


Let's fly fly fly

in the skies

Let's fly fly fly

in the highs


Let's fly fly fly 

in the aeroplane

Let's fly fly fly

in the rain.   



© Priya Jain















Tuesday, May 3, 2022

GENETICS

 Water film in your eyes

makes me travel inside

to my childhood

from my motherhood


Your long curly eyelashes

always reaching the glasses

Your eyebrows making an A

when you are filled with dismay

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day


When you walk like me

keep hitting your knee

When you touch my feet

without me teaching it

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day


When you keep trying

and make your own way

When you roll on the floor

and roar, roar , roar

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day



When I mix and match

your tiny cute clothes

and you try to oppose

by picking the right match

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day


I skipped an evening

finding and searching

that perfect word or term

that defines your charm

The word is MAGIC

Some call it GENETICS.

© Priya Jain


Friday, April 1, 2022

Life Lesson

 The red blood of our holy relation

runs in the long veins of distance 

Brutal time and grim situation

are the villian and menace 

The war is taking place

somewhere inside me

filling my headspace

with fury and agony


Just like the tall trees

Roots down underneath

keep branches above alive

Distance is making us survive

Distance is watering our roots

leaving no space for substitutes

Every time I have to make a choice

that creates havoc and lot of noise

between integrity and helpess humanity

between obvious suffering and practicality


The life lesson I have learnt is simple

Always choose present over past

Painful past will slip and topple

when now is chosen at last

Emotions flow without dam

They erode your ground

Emotions are big scam

if they are not sound

Embrace the present

Bid your suffering

Life is meant

for living


© Priya Jain




Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Two different worlds

 I have seen both the worlds

Maddening silence is odd inside

Chitter chatter happens outside

In the inside world

ground connection is the necessity

In the outside world

No connection helps revive positivity


I am in love with the world

where first hint of dawn

has gradually grown

into a glorious sunrise

where lightning dances 

in the blue sky

in front of my eyes

where snow covered 

mountain peaks 

appear so small and bleak

where every sight is magical

where I need to be tactical


In the two worlds

how definition of time differs

Inside 

I can control it with knobs and levers

Outside

I can pass it by reading newspapers



How different I am

in the two worlds

Inside I am filled with anxiety,

curiousity and sense of safety

Outside I am filled with excitement

hope, trust and amazement

Inside I have destiny of many

in my hands

Outside I surrender it easily

in captain's hands


I have seen both the worlds

My favourite being inside

where I have sense of pride

where I can take you on ride 

© Priya Jain















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