Cement , Bricks And Moulds Of Clay

Cement ,bricks and those moulds of clay ,

Before  sunrise starts my day.

Walking past the dingy single room ,

Loaded with stuff ,

 Struggle to find a broom .

Winding up my chores of daily life ,

I step ahead,

 Ignoring ,

Wrenching words and covetous eyes .

There she goes ,

The downtrodden ,the spoilt ,

 People squawk in hushed subdued voice .

Unheard screams escape corners of my anguished heart ,

But ,  the fragile flimsy faces of my kids ,

Strengthens my core ,

And I snub those bruised words.

Lurching vision ,

 Prowling expressions ,

Bump with me all day ,

Be it the contractor , carpenter or the water man ,

Follows  my moves even the owner of the land .

Debris scatter over  sunrise to sunset ,

Sprinkling around the rubble ,

Continues my fight with my fate .

It goes on for days , months , years , decades ,

Slowly my strength starts to shed .

I don’t want my girls to end up here ,

And never to face those yesteryears .

But , alas it’s the same story again ,

Blank platters , starved bellies,

 Drunken unruly husbands .

Life takes a full round turn ,

When I arrange new work sites for them ,

Unfolding the same life every single dawn.

Whatever people may say ,

Whatsoever they may feel ,

This life is real ,

For ages it whirls .

For me , for you , for them ,

For someone may be ,

Cements , bricks and those moulds of clay ,

Before  sunrise ,

Starts our day .

 

Lone Tree

Just like a mother bonds to her child ,

 Thoughts get tied to belongings of  mind ,

 The pen and ink cling together ,

 Dirt coheres to foams of lather ,

 Characters make a mystical fable ,

 Tired legs tend to wobble ,

 Letters adhere in pages of a book ,

And pride features in a bold look .

As dark clouds accompany rainy showers ,

Fog gets instilled on morning flowers ,

Warmth imparts even an old rugged coat ,

Thirst quenches an earthen pot .

Let goodness smother my soul ,

Not in part , But as a whole .

Let kind words flow in every utterance ,

Spreading a smile on your face even if once ,

In the darkness of the night when you are scared ,

Be assured that I will be there .

Untie yourself ,

Let concerns go free ,

Coz , I will be waiting along,

To bestow my shade ,

On  barren roads ,

Just like a Lone Tree .

Times...

Times one never wish to see ,

Dreams escaping closed fists ,

And peace on a flee ,

Failure entrapping around ,

Heart wrenching words stinging like a bee .

Times one never wants to feel ,

Reality slowly uncovering ,

Uncasing disguised peels ,

Anger replacing soft emotions ,

Frustration putting back thrills .

Times one always wants to be far ,

Days swabbed in blue ,

Nights a big scare ,

Moments  approaching  like unwelcomed people ,

And matters getting perplexed which ought to be simple .

Times  like this will break in and out ,

People will keep blaming around ,

Affairs may get messy sometimes ,

You may get impeached even without any crime ,

So, What can One do in Times like these ?

Take a deep breath ,

Pray the Almighty .

Let the whole world get dirty or damp ,

Preserve your faith ,

And aflame your soul’s goodness lamp .

Times ...like this will come and go ,

But never let your moral low .

 

Silver Tan

On starry nights...

When the moon is so bright...

And spreads around ,

The silver tan ,

Open the wings of your imagination ,

And fly across as much as you can .

The world would seem a beautiful place ,

Filled with moments of care ,

Tensions would be far away ,

Only love would be in air .

So , close your eyes ...

And gently lay down on your cozy bed...

As slowly the silver tan of the moon ,

Around spreads....

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Magical Morning Poems...

The bright rays say Good bye to the moon ,

A cute silk worm peeps  removing it’s cocoon ,

Life will surely take a new turn ,

If you refreshingly say ...

“Hi” to the sun .

The busy bees get ready for the day ,

A cute white rabbit , starts it’s play ,

The new leaf that was just born ,

Got delighted seeing the ...Magnanimous sun ,

Streets gets amused..hearing news paper horns ,

They all wish you ...

A cheerful Morn .

Through the cloudy sky ,

The golden rays ,

Finally find it’s way .

Till it touches the earth’s green floor ,

Never does it give up .

How may rain drops ...may come down ,

Some day the have to stop.

It’s sends a note ,

In the hands of the beautiful rainbow ,

Just don’t worry ,

Dreams never die ,

With time...it only grows .

         

Walking Along....

Walking along the path of life ,

One thing I did realize ,

There will be people  distinct and different ,

Some to lend a hand and some for you to lend .

Some honest and reliable .

Some who are friendly and some amiable .

Some good humored and some sad ,

And there will be few who will make you glad .

Many who will speak  but work less ,

Many who will say their life’s a mess ,

Many who advertise even their new hair cut ,

But few...who will  follow their gut .

Some who will say they stand by you ,

Some who make your happiness renewed ,

Some who share every problem  they have ,

But few who won’t ever let you starve .

Few who will walk that extra mile ,

Few who strain themselves for your smile ,

Few who speak what your mind wants ,

Few who would play rib tickling pranks .

And  Just....

Someone  whose words would soothe your soul ,

Someone with whom ...your Life feels as if on Parole.

This Life...

Few decades have passed with this life ,

It seems just like the blink of an eye ,

May be some more will pass the same way ,

And the uninvited guest will arrive one day.

Knock the door without waiting for any replies ,

Take with it our dear cherished friend ...Our Life .

Then a new journey will start ,

With new endeavors and new tasks ,

But...the question remains ,

What about the old one ?

Have you honestly treasured it ,

Have you spent it the way you  wanted to ,

Did you strive enough ,

For all your dreams to come true .

Did you love, care, share and hear those faint suppressed voices ,

Confounded in this busy bustling crowd .

If not , then wait ...

Give a moment , Lend a hand ,share a smile and care a little more ,

Coz emotions are countless ,

And there are new rooms to be opened and explored .

Somewhere....

Would like to go somewhere ,

Just... with the company of peace .

Far away from the clutches of fate ,

And mockery of people’s masked face ,

Away from the questions ,

And also their unwanted answers ,

Away from the boastful noises and shrills ,

Far from these mysterious thrills .

To a place where a company is not in need ,

Where thy self...would be the best friend indeed ,

Where eyes can see beyond horizons ,

And life would be scaled with bountiful emotions ,

Where persona would not be appraised with success ,

No where...just no where even a pinch of stress.

Where one can smile without worrying for tomorrow ,

Where dreams would be owned ,

And not just borrowed .

The Moon's Musing

The moon peeped in ,

Through the window last night ,

Pondering , musing and mulling ,

Over the sight.

It saw an young lass ,

With straight brown hair ,

And pristine black eyes ,

Gazing up above ,

Aimlessly into the sky .

Curiosity built up in his head ,

And wanting things to be a bit more clear ,

The moon wanted to know the reason ,

Behind the dried up trails of tears .

What could  ever scathe ,

Her lovable unadulterated heart ,

The loss of a dear one,

Or an obscure deceit ,

A long lost love ,

Or a frustrating defeat .

Brooding over his thoughts ,

And getting entangled in his mind ,

He wondered ,

Can ever the Devine be so unkind ?

If not anything , then let me just say ,

The cool breeze to blow by ,

Letting her nous go astray .

Pleased with his never ending efforts ,

She resolved not to let them go futile ,

And not to drop down tears or cry .

The moon and the lass ,

Agnised that day,

It’s no use to dwell within the confines of the psyche ,

Rather , brush off the agony ,

Ignoring the unnecessary hype .

                    

Free Soul...

Tie me down ,

If you ever can ,

I will fly across , my wings trudged in air .

Pierce me inside ,

With shrapnel of any kind  ,

Heal I will thyself.

Break me apart ,

With bruising words ,

I will stand up , picking pieces amass

Burn me down ,

Enkindling  any  flame ,

Like a Phoenix I will rise from my ashes that remain .

Suffocate me in chambers  ,

Of your choice ,

I will dig a hole for the breeze to aerate .

Negotiate the rates ,

You think  my  future’s  in your hands ,

Don’t ...

I can absolve from inviolable strands 

Play all tricks as you wish dear ,

My heart’s  a barren place devoid favour or fear ,

Indulge in fruitless endeavours  sans  lead ,

Rather , refrain is my advice instead .

I can’t be entrapped partly or whole ,

Coz...I am a free soul .

The Lone Matchstick

“A very severe cyclonic storm is approaching  and may hit the coastal districts in two days .”  Declared the news channel.  Mahesh babu picked the phone and dialled his residence number.

“Hello”...Madhvi...did you see the news ?

Arrey ..don’t worry I will manage everything. Just make a list of items required and i will be ready.  After all , if not now then when will I use the power of my  chair ...Ha..ha..

Boasted Mahesh babu. For few seconds he felt like those one in a million souls who are just born lucky . Because in times of crisis if anybody is the boss , it’s the govt.official .

He signalled the peon to come in. Yes , Raghu take this money and go to the market  right now. If someone asks , just say I have sent you for some emergency work.  And ya , first go to my quarters , take the list from madam..and then bring everything as she says.

Ok...  now go..

Like a dutiful employee , Raghu followed his master’s orders and marched ahead , like a soldier marching towards the frontiers on the orders of his senior officer.

In the evening , Mahesh babu returned home . Seeing him , his son came running and hugged him .

Mahesh babu  took him in his arms and kissed his cheeks .

So , what did you learn at school today Subham...asked Mahesh babu.

With lots of excitement , Subham replied  I learnt about types of houses. Pucca house and Kutcha house . Pucca houses are more stronger than kutcha houses. Come sun or rain , we are safe in a pucca house. But a kutcha house may break down , if there is  very severe rain or storm . 

“Arrey..wah” ! you have learnt so many things...my sweet beta... Mahesh babu said and kissed Subham again...displaying his fatherly affection as well as pride.  He thought to himself , if this small chap can remember so many things today , then the day isn’t far when he can remember more complex and critical concepts and secure a seat for himself in a prestiguos institution . He was immersed in his own thoughts when  his wife Madhvi came and pulled him back to real life .

“What are you thinking ?” she asked . Mahesh babu smiled  and said...”Fathers” ..you know how calculative they become about the future .

 “Ok”...leave all that and get freshened up now.

“Alright..alright ...I am going”..

Just then Raghu arrived .” Sir” , I have brought everything Madam ordered. Not just that , rather I brought more than required . Who knows what will be the situation next. Govt has declared high alert . So it’s better to be prepared.  There were so many  people in the grocery shop. Everybody was trying to get hold of the stuff . But I succeeded in bringing first. As soon as I told your name , the shopkeeper made a special packet for you sir. 

“Oh!...Raghu let it be...leave it now and go  home , try to arrange bare minimum necessities.”

“Ok...Sir”..said Raghu and left.

“What is a cyclone ?...Papa” ...asked Subham showing his childhood inquisitiveness.

“Well...a cyclone happens ..when wind blows at a very high speed ,breaking away everything that comes in it’s way . And it may also rain very heavily .” Mahesh babu tried to explain in a very simple way .

“So , will it blow away our house also”asked Subham in a scary voice.

“Oh..no ..my dear...your papa has a strong house . It won’t get blown .It will give all of us a secure shelter.  You were saying naa..just sometime back about pucca house and kuccha house. Ours is a pucca house. It will withstand every storm.”

Subham was a bit relieved . But suddenly again he seemed worried  . 

“Papa , then will Kanha’s house get blown away . If that happens then where will they live. They have just one small kutcha house . Kanha was saying me yesterday .”

“Who is Kanha ?” asked Mahesh babu a little perplexed.

“He is our maidservant’s son. Sometimes he comes with her , in the evening and Subham plays with him . So both have become good friends”...said Madhvi .

 This thing wasn’t accepted well by Mahesh babu. He asked his wife ,not to let Subham play with such people .

“Papa..papa...say..naa..what will happen to Kanha’s house .”

Mahesh babu got a bit irritated .”Don’t ask so many questions ..go and do your homework .”

“But..papa”... “ No..just go .” 

Subham left..a bit dejected.

It’s raining continuously since three days. The charge of the  emergency light is about to give up  . Most of the trees in the locality have got uprooted bringing down the electric poles with them. There is no hope of current being restored soon .

“Madhvi..Madhvi”..Mahesh babu called for his wife .” Get the candles ready .I don’t think we can rely on the emergency lamp for tonight .”   Mahesh babu was saying this to his wife , when the light went out ...leaving them stranded in complete darkness .

“Oh..my God ..what do we do now ? “ “Arrey...don’t worry just light the candles.”   “But..but”...  “But ..what..Madhvi”... Asked Mahesh babu..concerned .

“There is no matchstick.” “ Ok..no problem . Light the gas ...and then light the candle. “

“Actually ..the lighter isn’t working . so I was lightening it with matchsticks  How they got over I don’t know .I just forgot to say Raghu to bring Matchboxes that day . In such hurry , I just forgot  about it. What do we do now ?” Asked Madhvi getting worried as well scared ,fearing her husband’s reaction .

Mahesh babu was not able to figure out what to do . He was cursing himself for not having rechecked the items .

And ...just then Subham handed him a match box with a single match stick. Mahesh babu lit the candle. He looked at Subham and asked him from where did he get it .

He replied..” Papa...few days back when I was playing with Kanha , he had given me this as we were making sofa sets for my school crafts project .  When you and mama were talking about matchbox and thinking how to light the candles , I remembered about it . Kanha had given me some old match boxes and one of them had this stick. I asked him to keep that match box with him . But he said ..what will he do with this one stick and gave me back saying I should keep it ..who knows it may help me in some time of need.”

Mahesh babu...couldn’t say anything .He just looked at the candle illuminating his home in the darkness of the night .

Ordeal Of A Different Kind...

For years I stayed ,

In the same place ,

Protecting you and your family...

From every approaching storm...

Upholding my poise , maintaining my calm.

Fiery summer noons , freezing winter nights...

My body signalled to give up...

Still I persevered with all my might.

As the showers of first rain touched the earth...

It spread a curve on yours lips...

But ...I had to face the wrath...

Of lightening and thunder bolts spreading across the sky ,

Searching for a link to merge with the land dry.

Friends , Relatives or Acquaintances ,

If they come over ...

Appreciate the magnificent glass windows ,

But forget to recognise me ... giving it cover .

May be the graceful black frames were more alluring for their eyes .

It was wrong for me to expect , to get noticed with a torso of pale white.

Slowly as the night creeped in...

Spreading  silver rays of the moon

I felt I have found my long lost friend in him ,

Precious and pure...just like  a flowing stream.

This imaginary world of mine ,

 Crashed down like a pack of cards

Reminding me of my duties ,

Declaring I am mere guard .

Every night when you close the windows ,

Securing your land of dreams ,

Somber heart of mine..quietly screams.

Over a decade I awaited , spinning strands of love ,

Desiring to unite with my old friend , Amidst lovely ballad songs.

Patience rewards you the most , I realized  that day ...

When your house was rejuvenated , for the need of more space.

You  removed me from the old room

And restored , in a new block...

Where ,

Forget about anybody else , even there was no window to pull me back.

My languish of decades ...came to an end,

Breaking  unseen chains ,

Letting me feel the gentle breeze and the first drops of rain .

Glad I am at your humble thoughts of not replacing me ,

Rather , helping me in finding myself and understanding my worth..

Honestly today , till my very core...spread a galvanising thrill ,

Yes , I did feel it...Although I am a mere  Iron Grill .

You can still Hold on...

There may be moments when you feel  a bit down ,

Nothing seems like working out around ,

You feel  there’s  a mountain tasked ahead ,

But which path to follow isn’t decided yet,

What’s wrong and what’s right can’t figure out ,

Tired of noises  hovering around ,

Overloaded  problems like spilt over cup ,

Want to shout and say everyone to stop .

From useless advices or cajoled words ,

Want to run somewhere far...

To a land devoid of any tensions  .

Where earnings are not in rupee ,dollar or dinar ...

But pure happiness  as pay check and also as pension ,

To a land satiated with childhood innocence ,

Where it isn’t necessary to always make sense,

To a land of honesty and selfless love ...

Where  every moment can be spent with your Heart throb ,

A land  where dreams aren’t ocean’s apart ,

Rather remain in your embrace and never depart .

Then ...

Say to yourself  “ I won’t break down” ,

Even if it seems things aren’t working out ...

Because ...

Whenever you feel all  Hope has gone ,

Remember ...You can still Hold on .

 

The Chair...

                       

From  blossoming spring to winter fall ,                                 

From morning walk to evening strolls,

I can say I have seen them all.

Crawling over floor to walking spree ,

Standing straight to bending over knees...

Thatched roof to pucca ones,

Double storeyed or with window panes,

Tingling bells to scooter horns...

Vrooming bikes or Lancers owned ,

From lonely afternoons to giggled chatters ,

Shiny plates or broken platters...

Entwined hands or turned off heads ,

Rosy pink or icy reds.

Smokey morns or lightening showers...

Fruitless trials or applaused awards...

I can say I have seen you spring up ,

Like seeds grow someday to harvestable crop.

With tender hands you have pulled me with care,

With naughty legs upon me you have stared...

Never let go the togetherness we share...

I am your rusted wrinkled chair.

The Last Letter

After waking up today morning, I was surprised to see a letter on my study table.

For few seconds  I couldn’t figure out from whom it could be. So I opened it . It went on like this.

Dear S ,

How are you ? Surprised.. aren’t you. Thinking why I thought of writing now when I haven’t all these years. Honestly I never intended to.   But the precious moments of my life are slipping away. I wasn’t left with any other option than writing to you.

You remember , the first time we met.  I came dressed up in your favourite colour ..”Black”. How you had pleaded your dad to meet me. To make me yours. To hold my hand.  How you rolled down tears to have me with you.  And when finally I arrived , a bright delighted smile spread on your face enlightening the entire place. Can I ever forget that ...

I was the  most closest  person to you. From waking up in early morning till late night study, I used to be your loyal companion.  Once we were separated by mistake and you went mad searching for me everywhere. But I came back , like a dutiful partner ignoring the outer world.

Can I ever forget those days when I used to feel the softness of your hair and the smell of my favourite perfume , as you talked for hours about everything under the sun.

You remember the day when unknowingly I got dipped in the washing machine , clinging to your blue jeans pocket.  Again like a honest  mate, I shrugged off the water ...dried myself and reported back to you. Once , I fell down from the 2^nd floor of your hostel landing straight on the ground . I was broken, fractured and dismantled into pieces. Still I limped back into your secure arms.

 To be..by your side , I even dreaded the face of death.

Alas...maybe this wasn’t enough. You got attracted towards a newer version. More sleek ,more attractive , more fashionable  and way Smarter. Within few seconds of it’s arrival you abandoned me. I was left all alone. Hurt , dejected and wounded.  I was so scared when your dad asked you to give me away. But you denied. How can I say , how relieved I was.

In those moments I felt ,  you may be  far but you still love me. I hold a special place in your heart.  Sometimes when you open the drawer after coming back home and try to bring me back to life ...switching me on...I get rewarded for all those years of my service. I relive our moments of closeness.

 Unfortunately my body’s giving up. It has become old and weak.  Someday my heart too will stop beating .  But, that can’t separate us. Because , you were my first love and will always remain so.  

Just thought of writing to you today. Who knows I may not get a chance tomorrow. This is my first letter and my last one too.  

Hope to meet you in a new modified form.

 With Love...
  Yours old Nokia phone.

Madly In Love With Pain...

Not just once... but time and again
Fate  played numerous games..
Taking me through the mazes of life..
For fresh air sometimes had to strive.

Thought...may be this was the end..
And rest will be happily spend..
Alas! it came back in a new form..
To blow my sails in the mighty storm.

Still I learned the tricks to survive..
Well..for every ounce of blood in pain I thrived...
The road ahead seemed to be filled with dust..
Not a single one was there to trust...
Lone I had to spend all the years..
Even a hand didn't raise to wipe my tears.

All I was thinking why just me?
Had questions crawled up for the "Thee"...
When will I ever get the chance ...
To come out of all these trance.

Will ever the sun bright so shine...
And say exactly what was my crime...
Why are they pushing me through the dark lanes..
All around just filled with blood stains.

Will ever I get the reason to know...
Why there is no spring but just winter snow.

Tired I am of these acting skills..
Doing them all the time is no more a thrill..
Ripped apart is my heart's core..
Emotions just washed ashore.

I promised all to never leave their hand...
But when I turned, near me.. no one did stand.
They thought I was ...just a phase..
An entertainer in the world's stage.

May be all of them were so true..
As the life's sky got filled with gloomy hue.
I thought lying down on the fields green...
Watching the clouds hover the sky's blue screen..

As the golden rays touched the grass...
I felt why life had been so harsh...
Won't I  get a second chance...
To prove my worth and say "I am not a trash".

Let thousand times fate pull me down...
BUT..
One day surely I will wear the golden crown.

That very day,
Walking past the heaps of hay...
Slowly to my life ...I will ask..
To give me again.. new enduring tasks..
Coz..people may pray for money, glory or gain..
But I pray for one thing....
And thats.....
To be madly in love with pain.

Baby Girl...

Yesterday I got a call...
Someone was blessed with a baby girl.
For moments.. a smile spread on my lips..
But alas! It wasn’t long lived.
Scary thoughts cropped up in my mind ,
Of hatred boiling over and organised crimes.
Of conscious strangulation and unconscious approaches ,
Of dreadful growing up years and horrendous dowry deaths.
I cursed myself for being such a sadistic hag ,
But is it just me or the society’s on a phase of lag.
We boast of living in a century of technological advancements...
But what never fills... is a hungry man’s contentment.
A woman is still judged as a Daughter or Mother or Spouse..
Forget about the outer world , she isn’t safe even in her own House.
When I open the morning paper and read these crimes of assault...
My rational self questions....
Who is it really at Fault...
The loud music , the booze or the overflowing sites of porn ,
Who is responsible for the crimes reported every morn..
Hang one here or give them life term...
Is that going to promise security to my tender new born.
There was a time when I used to love kids of every form..
But today when I look in their eyes ....I can see the approaching storms.
Scared I am for these gentle souls..who arrive every day...
With negativity brewing around ....what am I left to say.
I wish a land existed somewhere...I could take my precious ones...
Away from this hypocritical world of ours ...
Away from this chaos and unmindful trance.
If not yesterday ...then let us try at least for tomorrow ,
To give these nestlings a life.... minus fear or sorrows.

Friends...

It's a coincidence that we meet them..
And get introduced by a formal name.
But we do share a very special relation...
They may be different , but they are our own.
They stand by us till the very end..
The world may call them as "Angels"..
I call them my "FRIENDS"...

For all those special people who are Almighty's blessings in physical form..
And who make our simple life worth living with their presence.

The Experimental Friendship...

Standing in the chemistry lab...
I was wondering what's life all about if some crap..
U came and gave me a sweet smile just then..
And made the whole lab experience just heaven.

Through the apron's black holes..
Or the assistant's mole..
A simple relationship grew..
How nobody knew..

The ohm's law may be was not that interesting..
But definitely during those days ...
I found a heart so caring.

The botany slides were not that good..
But we tried as much as we could...
And my God every day u were late..
But..ya you were differently made.

May be I spent few moments with you..
Still , I felt all the happiness renewed.
Fate played games with life..
But together with u I learnt the tricks to survive.

Things always didn't go well ..
And times had been a bit cruel...
But...

A day will someday definitely arrive...
To touch ur life success will strive..
The world around would be filled with different weather...
And further ahead there would be nothing to bother.

Blue foamy tides will touch ur soul..
Making u feel... complete as a whole
Sunny rays will shine overhead..
And the dreamy moon will make you sleep on a cozy bed...

All around there would be glitters of smile..
And pain won't be there ...not even for a while..
A somber music will fill your ears..
And wipe away all the past tears..

Blessed u will be with the Heavenly grace...
And life would seem like a dew drop afresh..
The cool raindrops will wash the days of gloom..
And beautiful bright flowers begin to bloom..

Every where just a serene beauty..
And a smile will spread on your face cutey...
And that very day u will feel..
For honest and humble ones...
In this world ...there's a place still.

Dedicated to an old friend of mine...

Skool Dayz...

When d rain drops trickle down d window pane..
N life’s not a maths of loss or gain..
Close ur eyes n think just once…
When things were true n not just pranks..
If life rewinds dose moments of fun..
left behind would be none…
Not just d tiffin breaks..or HPER classes..
Dere was a thrill even in mass drill batches…
Whether the praise or the thrash..
Bondings were like..wuld never crash..
who cared abt prizes or glory..
when d friends tiffin box was d only worry…
Smiles of her were precious dan mine.
Filled wid emotions were those times…
Promises were never made 2 b broken..
On every occasion there was a Cracken:-)
Moments were filled with vibrant hue…
what’s life’s all about who just knew…
I wish i could go away through d skies..
where all d worries would vanish away…
To d land filled with childhood laughter..
smiles..continued just after n after…
When d raindrops trickle down through d window pane..
I wish life wasn't a maths of loss or gain……

Over the distances...

Over the distances..
And over the miles,
A day will surely come
Filled with happiness and smiles.

The morning rays will touch your face..
And make you feel , it's the Almighty's grace
Surely the time will arrive soon..
Drenched in the silver tan of the moon.
Giving you a small curve on the lips,
And glowing as a spark in your eyes.

The moments will finally knock your door..
Whispering..just open quick.
To make you feel..ya..
" Dreams do Come" .

Dreams...

Standing on the ploughed fields...
I wish to see a dream, 
A land of hope and aspirations
Taking me away with them..

Feeling the tiny drops of rain on my unpampered hands,
I used to think what life would be apart from these daily errands.
As the light blue creature whistles by on old rusten tracks,
Where would it be heading to...my inquisitive heart asked.