Ever since I was, Me,
This particular me

I was told;

I cried and whimpered-

I cried and Whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

I Sniveled,
and sniveled that day,
into the madness I was in,
out of universe, into parallel whim,

I wondered,
I wondered:
Am I dead into my bones,
Where is the world, I have known,
The world, I have known for for 9 months-

or am I just a door, opened into storms,

May be it was for today, for few moments,
the Ill be gone !
Or, May be I was reincarnated into days,
of games leading to this game;
or was I just a foible,
dependent to layers,
of layers,
expanded into life's flare;

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

I cried and whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

Peace,
Peace,
Yes, Peace, all peace,

Love
Love,
Yes Love, all love,

Harmony,
Dear Harmony,
All Harmony,

Then again,

I jump down the lanes of memories,

She says,

Are you done trumping?
Aren't you late for working?
Aren't you late for life, this real life?

Then slowly,
I go mad,
By and by,
I am Mad,


into today and tomorrows,
anxious;
into emotions and fears;
.
Covered by joys and tears;
.
Eroded into feelings,
.
leading unto her being,
.
So,
it again becomes a helpless game,
where,
I cry and whimper

And there she is,
after all this while,
she seems to be in my dreams,
or in her dreams,
where she wail, and snivel !

Glued into her memories,
her eyes, to mine,
distant aero-plane into her abstain,

not much of caring,
yet, in her cosmic sharing;

repairing myself, into her un-caring,
tunneling a way, into sharing;

that love, that peace
that harmony;

Mommy,
in her tummy, had her, as baby, where a cell grew into body;
in some hide and seek, in melancholy

a bit sloppy, a bit swampy;

into dancing infinity,
along, my pace in her infinity-
my safari, in her serenity;

like some birds, singing songs,
of wordless hums,
just some gongs,
in shores, in her floor,

a flower out of spores,
her songs,
silent applause,
of this bird, who explores,
into the space-less, horizons

that thunderbolts,
**B O O M