If you're tired of carrying such weight,
that droops your shoulders and skews your gait
That you feel numb from the pain of the past,
and every new problem leaves you aghast

If you think you're one of the condemned and shady,
because your troubles come and never leave,
listen to the story about this young lady,
and then thank me for what you shall receive

She comes from I know not where,
and she goes I know not when,
spell her name, I know not how,
and speak to her, I know not what

Be not deceived thou yet my friend,
for she does not hide what others conceal,
she lives her life like an open book,
and every page has something to reveal

But what makes her unique and what makes her rare,
is how she oscillates between fun and care,
she looks at black and white in the same color - red
and that, I guess, is enough said

You may think she is born of privilege,
but let me tell you that is not true,
she gets her share of joy and pain,
trust me, she's just like you

And just like you she's afraid of insects,
and ghosts and ghouls and all that stuff,
but unlike you she doesn't run away from fear,
and unlike you she's pretty tough

So next time you feel like it's too much to bear,
and you feel engulfed in fires,
just read this poem and once again,
think about the girl who inspires!

There’s a shiny tree, in a shiny island, upon the shiny sea,

That looks upon the horizon with smiling leaves,

Creatures dwell there strange and weird,

Some with a moustache and some with a beard!

Some with green eyes, some with lots of lice,

Some foolish and some smart,

But two of them, pure of heart!



One is a butterfly with wings so bright,

yellow at day and blue at night,

she does not fly, just dances and skates,

coz her wings can’t hold so much weight!

She loves to eat and talk and laugh,

and care about her friends on her own behalf!



The other is a Grasshopper, that hops and hops,

every single day, till his heart nearly pops,

he is wise and strong, with a solid frame,

he knows it all, he knows all the same,

that everything has a end, and most of it is just a game



Both these creatures are really good friends,

Sometimes they eat on the butterfly’s demand,

And sometimes they hop on the hopper’s command

But never they fight and never abscond,

If one is in trouble, the other appears,

To help and to fill their hearts with cheers



The butterfly trips, when she loses fear and knows no bounds,

And turns into a bird, free and singing with lovely sounds,

But her brains reduce to mere a lump of clay,

And hopper has to guard her, lest she flies away



And the hopper, is not without a weakness, just like our princess,

He loses control over his heart and mind, sometimes obsessed and sometimes possessed!

The butterfly tells him to take it easy and not get so dizzy,

Hopping is not a business, it is just a silly recess!



The story has just begun and this is a prelude,

Wait and see what happens of the butterfly chick and the grasshopper dude!

Sibylline is my palimpsest,

Immured in prosody,

I am a lascivious raconteur,

Bedizened with fecundity.

I look around while moving around,
in this city where I live,
all the things that I have found,
are all about taking and nothing to give.

The seven sins are the daily norm,
and the one and only path,
namely lust, pride, gluttony, greed,
envy, sloth and wrath.

Kids are no longer innocent,
they’re growing up too fast,
teenage is no longer adolescence,
its like a ship without a mast.

They’re having fun, that’s what they say,
living their lives before they die,
who cares if you’re lesbian or gay,
its all about getting on a high.

To drink or smoke or snort or shoot,
are things that if you’ve never tried,
well, then baby, you’re no less than a mute,
or an impotent ***** of a guy.

With flimsy thoughts, lascivious ambitions,
rebellious and free are they,
fight, ****, drink, put your life on the brink,
gets you closer to heaven than when you pray.

Too big a deal, they think I make,
of these things are so **** real,
and I say to them, my wretched friends,
you have lost your power to feel.

You walk on water,
When you wake up on a good morning,
You walk on snow,
When you make a new friend,
You walk on honey,
When someone praises you,
You walk in the air,
When your heart is taken away,
You tread on fire,
When you slake your desires,
You run on the mouth of a volcano,
When you are angry,
And you walk on the earth,
When you feel like a mortal

Why the hell do we need shoes?
We already have magic feet,
We just need to choose,
When to be cool and when to face the heat.

Buddy buddy hear me my friend,
what I have to say, what I have to send,
a ray of sunlight packed in a bag of clouds,
and a drop of rain, before it falls down

You see these gifts are so small and so few,
but you will mix them holding in front of you,
when the sun and water’s children shall meet,
will grow a rainbow in your hand so sweet

I hope this will make you remember me,
in good times we will together be,
for never shall I be apart,
I say this truly with all my heart.