Let go of any noise - NaPoWriMo Day 3

Noise in communication refers to all the barriers that come between the speaker and receiver. For a better society we need to let fo of those noises.

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Let go of any noise

Let go of any noise, 

That comes between us:

The misinformations,

The misunderstandings,

The biases we keep for each other,

The repressed anger.

The acquired bitterness 

 

Let go of any noise, 

That makes us less human,

Let us listen to each other's story,

Put on each other's shoes, 

Laugh with them, 

Weep with them, 

Understand them, 

Be them. 

A wannabe singer - poetry

My theme was:  A woman who wants to be a singer but precisely has zero talent
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There lived a girl in a small Indian town,
At every social gathering, she wore a long gown,
She smiled at everyone whom she met ,
For this reason, she was older folks' pet.
How nice and lovable, cultured and sweet.
Were the remarks embedded at her feet.
There was though something else she'd do,
Thought of herself a Cuckoo and go ku-oh-ku-oh,
Those who were not deaf could figure it out,
The identity crisis that had sprout,
Like everything on your shirt collar is not a bow,
Her voice resembled not a cuckoo but a crow.
A mute shrug and a loud sneer,
People tried everything to make it clear.
The girl still wanted to become a rockstar,
But her music made everybody go away far.
In search of an audiance, she walked out of the town
Her singing made even the blossoms frown.
Dejected but not disheartened, she kept moving on,
And so went her singing, awn and awn and awn.
Eventually she landed near a small house
Where lived a lonely old man without a spouse.
He gave her some cookies, milk and toast,
But there was something else that she liked the most.
He enjoyed what the world considered as noise;
He let her sing at the top of her voice,
As the man danced off beat to her off tune songs,
Something right was made out of two wrongs.

Love Shorts #9

               

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Sometimes I imitate her way of talking. Sometimes she mocks my expressions. Sometimes we say the same thing at the same time. Sometimes we do not let each other speak. 
We laugh at these situations. We have plenty of personal jokes to laugh at.
''I love laughing with you,'' I tell her. ''My idea of great music is the fusion of our laughter.''
''Nice thought,'' she gives me a rare compliment. ''And what is your idea of noise?''
''Only one of us laughing at our personal jokes.''

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