As I strolled through the park
A very small boy was having a lark

A very small boy on a very small bike
Flying past nearly in the ****

As I came back from the store
He was going faster more and more

He flew past me like a bat out of hell
I jumped off the path and nearly fell

As he disappeared from sight
I wondered would he be all right

my heart smiles when i'm with you, and the butterfly infestation in my stomach grows with every word you say to me. being with you, i find myself happier than I thought i could be. i don't know how you managed to capture my heart so quickly, so quickly that i didn't have time to catch my breath. you helped pick me up off of my knees and back onto my feet, and i cannot thank you enough for showing me so much happiness and care.

d.l.b.

She was afraid of heights..

Still decided to live on mountains...

So she could overcome her fear...

And could count herself as her most dear...

After 16 years,
You'd think he would be able to spell
His own daughters name.

You gave him entire galaxies
But in his mind
All he saw was a single planet.

She called me then,
To say she wants to see me.
I kept mum, and didn't go.
I gave excuses that I were busy,
And she heard me holding her pain.

She called me again,
To visit her soon,
She was in tears, and was desperate,
I said I'll see her, once the time is right,
And she hung up, as hopeless as before.

She called me yesterday,
Her voice was weak,
She wanted to see me, but I didn't go,
I said I'll be there in a few days,
She silently agreed to me.

Today I'm going to meet her,
She, my mom, lay there still.
Her eyes are closed and calm,
She never complained anymore,
All she did was welcome me with her dead silence.

I'm reading poetry at the cremation ghat
amid chanting of God's name
while ferrying and burning the dead.

The noise unsettles me a bit
as sets me thinking of my own death
that by all means seems closer than farther.

Yet I get the relieving feel
reading poems would heal
all the agonies of my flesh
and take me to that spiritual level
where I would take death as
passing into another dimension.

I'm not much of a religious person
but have always felt devoted to my kindred
seeking transcendence through them.

The best thing I'm hoping right now
is when I burn
someone would amid chanting of God's name
read poetry at the burning ghat.