Milly has a candy house
What an invisible little house
Milly told me it was not a solitude
It was a gift from the childhood
Milly painted it red and blue
With her little scalpel
See, All the puppets were doomed
Milly danced to her favourite tango
and suddenly all the puppets sang to the moon
“It’s late, Milly you should go to bed.”
Milly heard that
“Milly please don’t be sad”
Puppets turned to candies and said
“See you again”
Milly’s candy house and her little friends

I** might not be the smartest
I might not be the prettiest
I might not  be the thinnest
I might not be the most talented
I might not be the sportiest
I might not be the most popular
I might not be the most stable
I might not be the strongest
I might not be the best at everything
I am not  prefect...
But somehow

That's okay.

-e.b

I made a film last night about a man
who hates  neckties—silk, cotton,
and bow.  It is a documentary
of sorts,  that reveals  his
drawbacks, peccadillos,
discrepancies, lies,
and misdeeds.

I am the only character, me,
you can not watch it.
Never.   It is mine
to slowly edit,
and wallow
as I view.

It wasn't until her back was turned,  she realized her grave mistake. His knife slipped in silently between her ribs. With little effort it pierced her heart. The shock and shame. The ridicule, it was all the same.

She died knowing where to lay the blame.

Someday, we will meet again
Like rocks of unchanging nature
We tiddle our barriers beneath,
Silent callings of exasperation
We find our fortune in streams of
Pink lattices drissled in every
Position of pondering

I write this to you
As if you are in my room
Staring blankly at a wall
Or unturned in your bunk bed
While I whistle away our creative bliss
Many will not read this fully,
Because of the vexation of length,
But many do not know you
Or the length of your days
How they were cut short by the change
Of ways,
I sadly recall that I left you barren
For a day for friends cold and brand
I love you my dearest ally
For us life never end
Maybe when Jesus ***** his
Horn of victory we can
Whisp our way to His garden
And steal the night away
Because in Heaven there is no night
Or so the owl does say,
The children are forging
Way beyond their time
Don't forget my friend
Love is not a crime
Until that glorious day
I bit you dear farewell
At all my greatest friend on earth
Atlast we'll sing again,
Breathe for me the air of Heavens great
Delight and bare with me this somber,
Lonely night

We are unstoppable when we are in control

Others may or may not know
What we have done
But only we know
What that meant

You have slept through nights
But it took few sleepless ones to do so
For comfort follows struggle


We have all won the fights,
we never fought

He did what he had to
He chose the way he lived
He chose the way he didn't have to live

Then a man
Now a lamp

Bapu.

It's Gandhi Jayanti
Let's be better