Stay

Nobody

Likes to
Overstay
In a hotel
For days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Decades.

Likewise,
I seem to be
Overstaying
On earth, and
I'm not liking it.

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee

Family

Before any

Important
Decision or
Action, son
Says:
Mummy
What are your
Vibes?

I say:
Think twice
Or even
Thrice,
Before you
Decide or act.
You don't need
To believe
In my vibes.

Daughter says:
Mummy you are
Psychic. Often what
You say, comes true.

Hubby says:
Sweetie, you are of
Higher consciousness.

But deep within me,
I know
I'm an ordinary mortal,
A simpleton, a common
Person, a simple soul -
One of the countless
Zillions inhabiting
This populous world.

Zillions lived
Before me....
Zillions will live
After me.

It has been happening
For centuries. I'm just a
Speck or a star you may say
In these numerous galaxies
Of our universe and as you
May know, even stars are not
Immortal, not infallible,
Even they perish, fall and die.

Hence, all these
Labels, accolades
And descriptions
Given to me by my family
Make me feel surreal as I
Know it's all ephemeral....

I'm here for them
Now.
They perceive me
Differently, their
Perception of me
Doesn't tally
With my perception
Of me.

Tomorrow or day after,
Those labels will
Permanently
Vanish with me,
When I
Vanish into the
Endless eternity....

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee

Guess The Writer :)

To My Beautiful Wife

In your eyes, I find my home,
A shining light, a gentle glow.
Your smile, a melody so sweet,
Makes every day feel so complete.

Through every laugh, through every tear,
With you beside me, love feels clear.
Your beauty, more than skin or face,
Is in your heart, your warmth, your grace.

You are my strength, my calm, my light,
The star that guides me through the night.
Forever grateful, I will be —
My love, my life, eternally.

(The writer is AI. This was my hubby's AI Poem for Me with prompts/keywords given by him. When the poem was made by AI, he sent it to me and said he accepted it because it was relatable.)

Raining

It's raining

In the sun

Sunny weather
Is having fun

Half-wet,
Half-dry,

Like a smile
And a sigh...

(I wrote this today after seeing a sunshower.)

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee

Lure

It's funny

How we

Feel trapped

In this world

And then

Bring in

More people

To be trapped

In this world....

By procreating

Continuously....

Generation after

Generation for

Aeons and

Centuries....

Relentlessly

Such is the

Lure of this

Chimeric life.

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee

Animosity

One religion

Against another

One nation

Against another

If you believe

In rebirth and

In your next

Birth, you are

Born in the

Persecuted

Religion or

Nation, how

Will you

Survive?

(Themed on Disunity)

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee

Place

Is there a
Place in the
World where
A woman can
Feel safe....
A woman of
Any age?

Any time,
Any day,
Can she
Be there and
Walk about....
Without feeling
Unsafe?

Poetry © Aparna Chatterjee