Little Furrball

Furrball

A cute kitten comes every day.
Initially, I was scared of it.
Black, furry ball with narrow slits,
frightened enough, clawed at me.
Well, I guess the fear in our heads overpowered our ability to see the reality.
She was not a threat, neither was I to her.
Days passed by, and she came everyday.
You know, because she loved milk,
and dad adored her.
I used to watch her drink the milk and leave as soon as she filled her belly,
and returned only at the time of lunch and dinner, ’cause she was hungry.
She had no attachment with us.
but dad was madly in love, that he couldn’t see that she was only using us.

Days became months, and even I fell prey to her beauty.
Beauty of the small things, her playfulness, her purring.
She let go of her fear.
Now, she was my kitten and I was her hooman.
Never really imagined, but she is my furrball,
who goes wild with her yellow ball.

Funny it is, how little creatures can shower magnanimous love,
by doing the little acts of purity and innocence;
reviving the human in us.

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Unconventional Love

Remember that time we were sitting on the stairs under the open sky and the aura was perfect enough that I couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation more than perfect.
I was wrong, you made the moment more special when you looked me in the eye and I looked in yours.
Nobody ever looked at me like you did. Your eyes were showering love and I wanted every bit of it.
Why am I telling you this? Because now when I look back at that time, I feel proud that I filled myself with courage and didn’t care what others thought.
Yes, we are different, we are unconventional and that is what makes our bond more strong.
Because we are not here with each other because we are getting a status or any benefit or any materialistic thing, but because our bond is unconditional and our love is pure.

Counting Sheep

They met again,
he looked the same.
Beautiful,
both from the inside and outside.
His innocent eyes spoke volume,
brown eyes that looked tired
’cause of the never ending pain,
and constant change of the game;
sunshine and cold which toughened him throughout the course

You see, it was difficult for him to be away.
Every night, when the lights went off
and the warden commanded everyone to sleep,
he counted sheep.
He had two options by his side: to wander off his mind in the fields of sheep grazing
or think about his mom and dad.
Former was easier, it didn’t take him much to do

Two years, he counted sheep.
No phone calls, no bedtime stories.
Mom and dad were far away.
No contact to build ’cause it was his worst fate.
they did not have any other option, but to sent him away.
He was a spoiled brat, according to him.
But was he?
Or a neglected child;
who threw tantrums to gain love and attention of his only loved ones.

Are We Reaching The Standstill?

I am a millennial with technology in my hand.
I wear cordless earphones,
can make a call with my watch.
I can see my mom and dad overseas,
while sitting in my dorm.
I can command a device to play music,
or change the channel,
using my vocal tract, producing a sound.
I see real robots which were once fiction,
and I don’t have to cook food,
’cause there is always an option of home delivery.

Logging off, when technology logs on.

Is technology helping me?
Providing me options and alternatives.
Or making me a lazy bum,
a couch potato, not moving even an inch.
AI and robotics, they sound cool.
But are they beneficial or provoking ourselves to be in our cocoon.

I have been pondering over this topic,
now and then.
I love technology, it’s helpful and is a remark of human’s creativity.
But does that mean, our creativity is leading us to towards stagnation and lethargy?
Think about it!