Runs the street urchin
In his eyes the rippling sky
From his strings soars high
A butterfly atop the green!

Not much of a past
There isn’t a road ahead
He runs in his abiding trust
On his hands’ winging thread!

Soar high and still higher
Bring me the sky’s hue
Shower my dreams in the air
Make me one with you!

Sees not the boy’s dancing eyes
The path that winds before him
He loves the butterflies’ swim
When with the winds they rise!

He prays the breeze forever blow
Of strings his hands are never empty
Till it kisses the heavenly glow
Sailing past the highest tree!

*Fly high and still higher
Plant my dreams as you roam
At dusk when my eyes tire
Build me in the sky a home!

We all dreamed to be something when we grew up

doctors, engineers, lawyers...

but none a poet

for even in youthful immaturity we knew

being a poet wouldn't do

the ones we happened to meet
looked such impoverished!

As now then too
poets were honey gatherers

seeking discerning minds
one read one lit up face
one sip of the nectar!

Most of us never achieved what we dreamed to be

it really didn't matter

the doctor could be an engineer
the engineer a lawyer

*but maybe one of us
in his heart of hearts
wanted to be a poet

pursued sunshine

sank in darkness!

He vowed before the fire
To take lifelong care of her
Give her all happiness

Fire was the mute witness.

The vow was soon to break
He burnt her at the stake
And only the flames engulfing her

*were in tears!

Total parrot care
Cried the signboard
In the narrow sleepy by-lane
I gave it a dreamy stare.

I have been too rare on this road
Coming this way was no need
But when I chanced upon that signboard
My search ended for parrot feed.

Is there anybody there?
I echoed de la mare
Found none at the counter
Not even the shopkeeper!

Dismayed I looked around
If some human semblance could be found
But fell nothing in my gaze
Other than a parrot in a cage!

Turning to leave I was stopped by a voice
Find here sir a variety of choice
Not just parrot feed
Under one roof all that they need.

Who is speaking I asked in awe
There wasn’t a human face I saw
But could tell it with certainty
There were eyes watching me.

Don’t leave sir without the delicious pellet
Once you take it you’ve to come back
Serves well a parrot’s palate
The bird loves this crunchy snack.

It now emerged who was playing the trick
I was hearing parrot speak
None other there not one human folk
The shop was run by parrot talk!

*I scampered out with one long hop
Disappeared the lane the parrot shop
I was tossing on my sweated bed
By this funny dream that rocked my head!

Hurry dear it’s fast darkening
We must be home before evening
So saying she looked at her
The walk was long home was far.

She glanced at her daughter’s face
Then held her tight in sweet embrace
Knowing the child’s little feet
Couldn't do much to achieve the feat.

When she started she thought it best
To take the shortcut through the forest
But shadows here quickly descend
Daylight fades with each bend.

She quickened pace strained her ears
The silence spoke in many whispers
She heard something that scared her wit
Sound behind her of some dragging feet.

Someone was following her in that wild
She heard its footsteps didn’t tell her child
Paused awhile and picked up her daughter
Kissed her soft cheek put her on shoulder.

Mummy there’s someone coming behind
When I look for it none I find
Don’t be scared dear just the birds' wings
I can see it clear behind us is nothing.

She kept walking as fast she could
To escape the something lurking in the wood
The footsteps behind seemed to keep them in watch
Quickened its pace any moment could catch.

The forest thinned out their home came to sight
The small white cottage shone in moonlight
At the gate was her husband waiting in worried face
She told him we're safely back by kind God's grace.

The little child was still scared she too had heard the sound
Of someone coming behind footsteps on the ground
Though wearied out by the travel it kept haunting her head
After end of dinner when mummy put her on bed.

When the house fell quiet she heard her mother say
Darling I'm terribly scared I had a horrible day
In the forest was someone behind us it did follow

*I saw a figure with no head but a hollow!

With you every day’s beginning
Is seeing old things anew.

You aren’t coy anymore
I haven’t to prove anything
Yet as the day unfurls
I act a boy you a girl
That pretends to guess
Something new in each other
Playact a fun chase
Pick pearls together!

Your lips aren’t that red
Mine parched almost dry
You aren’t anymore shy
I don’t have a flowing head.

It happens yet everyday
While we re-walk on the trodden path
We find each other a renewal

I act a boy you a girl!

Every time you light up
Light goes off!

Longing lungs
Hoping hearts
For you suffer.

You don’t care about you
Let not your view
Derange other lives
Even your children
Your wife!

Every time you light up
I don’t care about you.

Let not your exhalations
Choke longing lungs
Hoping hearts

Hurt other lives!

Instead of penning a poem
if I had a heart of gold
would have taken the puppy home
dying out there in the cold.

Useless all my rhyme
creativity a veiled gloom
doesn't matter the sublime
if I can't make some room.

Instead of penning a poem
if my hands could lift up
give it warmth of breast
make there some room.

I confess in full shame
I don't have a heart of gold
don't have the gut to pick
the poor puppy dying in the cold.

My hands smeared with inks
metaphors timeworn old
of plain and shameful lies
while the puppy in the cold dies.

If I had a heart of gold
I would have put the pen down
throwing my writes as trash
give the puppy a home.

The king it’s well known found it no pleasure
When the princess cited salt as her love’s measure
How much princess you love me what’s the quantum
Her reply left him dejected he looked intensely glum.

You know what happened thereafter she was driven out of land
She lived with pains of ignominy for taking a truthful stand.

Love is too glorious a thing to be measured in spoonful salt
The princess could find a better measure from her heart’s golden vault
But she dug her heart deep for something unblemished without fault
Found none better and precious than a grain of salt.

The princess could say she loved like moon or any such pretense
But to her father she didn’t lie her love for him was immense.

Just think how life without salt would turn dull spice-less
Palate would pine tongues rebel for salt’s sweet embrace
She knew it well in her heart dwelled love’s gracious taste
So she said I love you like salt a truth nurtured in her breast.

*Take lessons lovers you can pass love’s most rigorous test
So long you hold in your mouth the salt’s timeless taste.

The quirky signboard said it in bold
Welcome to the house of Sweet Fragrance
Here your hair will be shaped in the finest mould
While you relax in blissful trance!

I stopped by this name cute and smart
A hair losing shop called Sweet Fragrance
Tempted to go in though I needed no cut
Too impressed to keep a distance!

I stepped into a house with the finest smell
With the pretext to unburden my head of some hair
It was a Garden of Eden away from hell
A dreamy languor pervaded its air!

There wasn’t in the glasses a face to look
The place seemed a haven for the peacefully mute
I was offered a chair in the dimmest lit nook
To surrender myself to the forbidden fruit!

Time stopped blurred away my sight
I felt such bliss had no second chance
Knew why Adam embraced his plight

*Succumbed to Eve’s Sweet Fragrance!

Think of the lonely hearts at the zoo
Kept captive for reasons they haven’t a clue
Souls kept unpaired on the ground
Not a mate for them could be found!

Should have thought of it when trapped from the forest
Or acquired them from another zoo
Showcased them those unwilling guests
Forgetting they need mates too!

Mightiest animal decides these creatures’ fate
Dictates how they should live and be grown
The right time to love and have a mate
Or spend life in their enclosures alone!

In the name of care you make their lives messy
Consign them to the doom of loneliness
You ruin their home invade their privacy
No wonder the zoo doesn’t have a happy face!

Came the first one
A spell of brief rain
In the summer heat
But wasn’t seen again!

The one that followed
Veiled in mystery
Seemed an elusive
Piece of artistry!

There was another
Would rather do without
Like a rough weather
Soon blew out!

Thought it end of story
And I had enough
Came one in reigning glory

*She had the last laugh!

You were creating the show
When moonlight poured through window
On your hands it painted tattooed designs
That danced as your fingers drew out the lines.

Your mind was singing the night’s tune
Time didn’t matter you were immune
You just saw ink glowing in moonlight
Strings of script surfacing on your sight.

You held onto that almost spectral image
Fast filling up diminishing the page
For you only knew this glorious whim
Could melt any moment in the day’s gleam.

Thus you write cocooned in the created mists
Swimming in the eddies of turns and twists
On a night that’s not there on no one’s sight
*Blinded as they are in the blazing daylight.

When I find a seat in the bus
thoughts throng me words rush
when I stand in the jostle I regret
how rhymes are frittered go a-waste!

But in standing there's a silver lining
I care to see the visages around me
darkly grim or happily shining
the many faces of moving poetry!

Thousands of miles' flight
leaving behind inhospitable terrain
for life and warm sunlight
the migrants are back again!

None can to this day
with any certainty say
how they don't ever stray
navigate perfectly the long way!

Never in their path they are lost
as they fly from the land of frost
in rhythmic unison like a rhyme
intent to reach the warmer clime!

My place is where they come
they find here warmth and welcome
winter guests for some time's restful peace
come summer them we will sorely miss!

My love never loses
for my heart it leaves
with the belief
it's meant only to give
and any receipt
is a bonus!

So on you is the onus
to choose
accept or refuse

*I cannot but win!

As she serves the food
the smell permeates the air
ah, food's aroma is so good
and I've of it a fair share.

I don't know what hunger is
how many on earth go unfed
I get whenever I please
I bother about the quality instead.

I talk of freedom and free will
care about health and hygiene
I have my assured meal
hunger's face I haven't seen.

I'm a man well fed
live in the fullness of good meals
I don't have to take it in my head

in this world hunger still kills.

You are not writing a poem
June is so long ago

it's end November
not one is added to your name!

maybe after that last write
you let the ink rest in your pen
on something else was your sight
you can write anytime again!

I'm sure you're not moving away
that would be such pity
something else occupying your day
life throwing new priority!

it happens poet all the time
though they buzz in your head
you've to let go priceless rhyme
and hold other things instead!

June is so long ago
it's end November
not one I find under your name

show me you're still there
write for me one
I'm dying for your poem!

There she would come every night
at the last post before the sea
her shadow stealing the starlight
she crooned her lover a lullaby!

the waves breaking the craggy shore
they would be coming nightlong
keen to know what's in store
if he would be drawn by her song!

atop the post he waited alone
if ever a ship came that way
faithfully flashing his earthly beacon
streaking the sea's pathway!

she sang in the hope her notes would rise
with the winds up there to reach him
though he wouldn't see her he would surmise
all her heart's yearning all her dream!

but his eyes only caught the waves' roll
fathomed the distant horizon
a ship must pass to soothe his soul
to fulfill his waiting long alone!

he never knew the ******* the shore
she sang him a loving lullaby
up there alone behind closed door
his love he lent out to the sea!

Why I walk the street in a cobbler’s shoe?
What’s new, you may ask, that we all do!
But nay, this one, I had to borrow from him
Still one furlong my shoes ran out of steam!

The cobbler was visibly aghast
Doubtful looks on me he cast
Then he said in a garbled groan
I sell shoes not give on loan!

I cursed myself and the shoes I wore
Brought months back from a big shoe store
Price was high for the branded trust
A mere few months and the pair went bust!

So here I’m at the cobbler’s door
Walk I must a furlong more
Begging for an old worn shoe
My humble feet with that can do!

The guy though felt ill at ease
Seeing the misery bowed to my wish
Brought out for me a dirt stained one
Going barefoot could not be fun!

I tell you friends a story that’s true
The cobbler loaned me a pair of shoe
I could only give him good wish
Before I hurried on my way to office!

If you ever beg love of her
This small story you must remember
She hasn’t a way but make you her own
Can either sale love or give it on loan!

Some nights I forget my way to the home
home? where is that? which side of the road?
I keep straying away empty streets I roam!

Where is the ****** moon? I shout
the moon is gone but the stars are out
stars, please, handhold me and guide
tell me my home is on which side!

Am I awake or a pawn in a game?
why every house looks the same?
my steps fall on some window light patch
I must go back must start from scratch!

window? ah, is there one with a face?
so I can say it's my address
hey stars, be this seeker's guide
lead me to my home, take me to her side!

may be a door for me kept ajar
two eyes are staring one guiding star
one heart that knows the night is not out
two ears keenly waiting for a shout

catch me from falling put me on bed
despair seizing yet hands on my head

*moon is ****** stars gone to fetch morn
I don't see her tears her nights forlorn!

There's no haste
take rest
while the doctor
eludes you like a specter!

Minutes seem like hours
doesn't care your time the doctors
you wonder what you get in the bargain
other than boredom and a back pain!

He is taking his own sweet time
leaving for you few breaths of rhyme
then by the time they call your name
you forget all your problem!

Wouldn't remember what you came here for
why you needed to see a doctor
such a waste it all would mean
chasing a doctor his medicine!

But you've to walk in sooner or letter
a little distracted and feeling better
to thank him for his taking time
that saw you healed by a passing rhyme!

He held the gun pressed on her forehead

say what ya want to say before you're dead

but he left her with really no choice
she couldn't speak gagged was her voice

this is one death I'll never mourn
her response was a muffled groan

I have endured you long enough
time for riddance, killing you won't be tough

say last words, your last prayer
then let my bullet speak, end of nightmare
never thought taking life would be such fun
my freedom from you would flow from the gun

then he held before her a mirror

see yer eyes see there the horror
the pathetic pleading the cowering appeal

sorry woman it's my time for the ****

the trigger clicked the man closed his eyes

no killer he was a good man in disguise

game up, he said, we made a perfect score

I'm happy it's over, will play this game no more

Every night the time I ready for a slumber deep
I think of the morrow and all my words to keep
Commitments made things delayed left undone
Not one seems to be pleasant not one seems any fun.

To accomplish what’s left out I feel I should hurry
But feel as much I forget blame it on my memory
Today was once again one of unfulfilled commitment
I have a lurking fear morrow won’t be any different.

Do now what can be done later bring tomorrow’s work today
Love the saying but can’t do much I don’t know the way
What is to be done now I keep them putting in shelf
Today’s work I defer hoping of tomorrow’s help.

Every night when I ready for a soft plunge on my bed
I think of the morrow today’s undone buzz in head
Un-kept words undone work their thoughts don’t bring cheers
If truth is said I don’t bother been doing so all these years.

As I pour you stories from my memory’s cup
Comes out another childish tale of a wolf pup!

One wolf pup dad was telling me for weeks
He would bring home I was five or six
Would you bring it Dad from the forest?
No dear I’ll get for you from the market.

Ah a wolf pup not just having a dog or a cat
Only in our home how wonderful would be that
When it grew up what a sight that would be
It would cuddle me and growl at my enemy
Unleashed it would roam our home all night
As neighbor’s envy and the burglar’s plight
Our neighborhood accustomed to the night owl
Would now reverberate with a wolf’s howl!

I basked for days in warm glow of pride
Imagining a large wolf walking by my side
Each night after dad left for his night shift
I spent sleepless dreaming his morning’s gift
Each morning as soon as I heard him call
I ran to him to see if had arrived the furry ball.

Days came and went and dad could sense
His child was nearing the end of patience
One night leaving as he kissed my forehead
Told me dear son the pup is fully made
Don’t worry you’ll have it on the next day
A child trusts his dad that’s what they say.

I stayed awake the whole night with the night owl
Cuddling a big wolf in my ears its booming howl!

By now you know what happened I never got the gift
Someone else had taken it my memories only drift!

When I reach the island when I look behind
I see the expanse of sea you are not in mind
I'll have left everything our home and your heart
go beyond the last turn make there a new start

I know I can bear it forget you pretty soon
can live there all desolate holding onto the moon
I dreamed of it a longtime waited the tide's turn
when I could sail the boat without a heartburn

You wouldn't drop a tear your eyes would hold the moon
you know you can bear it forget me pretty soon
you were long drifting you were long apart
you'll have left everything our home and my heart

We wouldn't drop a tear our eyes would hold the moon
it would seem so easy forgetting each other soon
we were long drifting we were long apart
we had to leave everything our home and our heart

When we reach the island when we look behind
we see the expanse of void love is not in mind
we'll have left everything our home and our heart
go beyond the last turn build on ashes a new start

My mouth waters taste buds tickle
When I see a jar of lemon pickle!

On the sunny roof the lemon pickle
It starts a child’s saliva’s trickle!

It still gives his conscience a *****
He played on the old man a trick!

For the old one was sunned on the roof
Jar of lemon pickle what a goof!

The glass jar stayed there all day
But the child just couldn’t stay away!

At midday when they all were asleep
Little feet climbed the stairs steep!

Made sure not an eye was watching
What joy did the sight of pickle bring!

The child such small was his need
He only had to open the jar’s lid!

Pick up one for nothing he could miss
One juicy sweet sour lemon piece!

In his mischief he did go that far
Each ****** piece he put back in the jar!

So that they would never find a trace
Not one piece of lemon would be less!

The poor old man he never knew
The child’s blended saliva in the brew!

The child ****** pickle had his fill
What the old man relished with his meal!

I know this story isn’t worth a nickel
Still I find irresistible the lemon pickle!

She walks in her ordained cage
Where reigns an eternal night
Her only window to the day
Is a peephole for a pencil of light!

Can’t say when her lips part in jollity
Or clouds gather in her eyes
Her face only the privileged can see
The world must see her in disguise!

You may wonder if she ever has the will
To break from the decree and be free
Remove from her face the veil
Run wild for all to see!

The humannequin
at the wedding hall gate
has his smiles hired
at an hourly rate!

dressed like a clown
he mustn't let down
a single guest
must smile all the while
so not one is spared his smile!

on the newly weds blessings shower
he counts the hour
how much he can make
enduring his jaws' ache
sell smiles to serve the need
of his home and the mouths to feed!

I'm sorry if my poems don't bring you happiness
thrills of joys and cheers
to liven up your day.

when that happens
give me my failure's blame
for my mind couldn't tame
the sad-istic urge
to clothe them and dress
the figures in distress
on the bylanes and streets
trodden inglorious
for a poet to regret
he couldn't make his poems the way
they made your day!

the bride and the groom
everyone's eyes they catch.

what a match
they gush!

you are on which side
the beauteous bride
or the groom
all elegance and class!

if you stray a little from their grace
to look at the painted face
standing at the gate
receiving each guest with a smile
seemingly having fun
bowing to everyone
his smile's labor
paid in hour,

you feel a gloom
shadowing over the bride and the groom!

The passing feet
That stops before him
He greets.

Come sir stand here in peace
Get them shining at five rupees
Five minutes’ please
For just five rupees
Then, sir, go on your way
Have a nice day.

While they stand
Deftly moves his hand
Dabbing white cream
On pairs of five rupee dream
An intent drive
Rusted leather must come alive.

Then he let go free
Grabs the five rupee
Gets back his eyes on the street

*He needs many more feet to greet.

dishevelled hair
unkempt beard
he stood under the tree
away from his herd

he gave a weary yawn
like a frog
snapping open and shut its mouth
without the prey in

he looked a bundle of lost chance
to the point
living seemed a voidful horror

I carried him in my mind

*carry him in my mirror

He dipped in holy water
As a penance
For all the sin done.

His sins swam ashore
To the dry comfort of land

For they hadn’t a doubt

Once he got out

*He would hold their hands.

Today had you for breakfast
So much for your trust!

In one swift sweep
the head fell to the ground
even before died down
the last gargling sound!

When from the warm plate
I chewed the leg
I felt a little bothered
how the pleading eyes begged
before closing for a painless sleep!

then consoled once more an emotion
by telling me

death was the only salvation

They say
we must learn to live with the pain

I wish
there was a remedy
*starting with me!

she flirts with all,
knowing her beauty's alluring wine
none can decline.

each one feels she's on his side.
her love is too wide
to be confined to one mind
so they all find in her
their lover!

and when above the highway
she shines
each one thinks

she's mine!

frozen a lion stands
tamed by the modeller's hands
eyes unblinking
he has no inkling
why he can't move an ounce
roar and pounce
can't jump from his place
to bite a chunk of flesh
but bugged by the creator's flaws
can't move a bit his paws
stand there in dazed surprise
in helpless awe before thousand eyes
mouth agape in a tragic roar

the truth dawning on him
he's a king no more

just a clayed clone
of a lion

They just came back to me.

Smells of the last winter!

They brought me back
What slipped through
Before I could grab it!

The colors
More diverse than rainbow
Mocked me in their warm glow
For I’m a year older
But their color
Still holding fast
Many of them may outlast
Me
Warmth intact in mothball
While I’m dominated more and more
More harshness I feel
In the winter chill!

*When at last they’ll take me out
They still will be there
Ageless in the cupboard
Holding the once wearer
In their warm void!

God willing, she said,
Looking at the dwindling garden flowers
This winter we’ll have blooms of marigold.

Her clayed hands some smudged on her face
They speak of her hard stolen recess
From the grinding chores of running a family
And still when the wind turns cold
Dream for beds of marigold!

God willing
Before her dream’s warmth fades
The garden will be blooming with marigold beds.

The little flower and her greed
She raises her head before the sun
Sun’s might she pays no heed!

The little flower and her greed
She stands up bold against the wind
From her home in the ****!

She has her home in the ****
But her color bright catches sight
Longing eyes she does feed!

She has her home in the ****
She sets minds in color afire
It’s her purpose it’s her need!

She does it for her need
Sending all her hearty greet
Never minding caste or creed!

She minds not caste or creed
Her glory is not demeaned
Though her birth is in the ****!

She is born a ****’s flower
Endless is her might
She holds sun in her power!

It’s man and man all the way
Cut down jungles
To make a rail way!

Why in protest cry
When the wheels crush
A few elephant would die!

Men would then embark
On their old game
Railway or forest
Which department to blame!

When comes the night
Man’s greed would speed
Elephants aren’t on sight!

The drivers would not see
There was no forewarn
Death would come easy
No hearts shattering mourn!

Railway would remain dour
There isn’t enough watch towers
Forest dept. would blame the wheels
The pilot didn’t whistle!

Men would again go back
Cut through the forest
Not leaving elephants’ track!

Evolved men heart of steel
Without a remorse a feel
Laying rail is big deal
Must move our progress’s wheel!

‘The coffee is getting cold’.

The sweet retold
From her
Waiting with the winter’s brew!

No ambition I harbor
For here my woman
The best way she can
Makes steaming brew
Worth my savor!

She knows too
In the wintry nights
With her I crave to be
Sipping her hot coffee
With it drowning the winter’s pain
My only reward, best bargain
A sweet story retold!

‘The coffee is getting cold’
From her
Creating for me summer’s brew!

‘How do you do’

Stopped me the child’s voice.

Four words of endless span
Heart’s amulet
To me and you
Forever new.

I’m just fine
Finer now
By your sweet greet.

Oh child
Promise me now
You would never cease
Asking passersby
How do you do.

When you are a big man
Greet folks on the street
Thirsty passersby like me.

Promise me
Like that it’ll always be
Like you now tell me
In your lips now and then
Ringing true
How do you do.

Promise me child
They will never seem enough said
Never seem enough spent
Like you greet me today
Tomorrow, ever
From you
As now as then
Will ring forever true
My heart’s amulet
The most delightful words from you

How do you do.

I wonder why I withheld it the story was overdue
Summers back I wrote for her from heart ‘I love you’

I see those days of careless time her face still girlish bright
A boy’s heart she took away left him some wakeful nights

Petals blew away with the wind that must have stolen her sight
The girl I knew once playmate she knew how to fly a kite

She frolicked around in a polka dot skirt a prancing butterfly
Babbled in joy clapped in glee as her string spread to the sky

I watched in awe her graceful hands way she pulled the string
Wrote her name many a time about love I knew nothing

A girl so cute so full of life so loving and carefree
I dipped my mind deep in her nothing else it could be

The daring girl I held in stare trapped my eyes like a star
Those afternoons would be cruelly void lifeless without her

Once alone on the wall of attic I inscribed it with my nail
No other way to relieve my mind couldn’t write her a mail

Those three words on the mossy wall for times there they stood
My heart’s outpour carved in bold if only they remained for good

Next afternoon at the rooftop to me she looked anew
My knees went weak I knew alone the mystery of ‘I love you’

None broke the lull as she pointed the wall her face red with rage
Her probing eyes rolled on the faces till they held me in their gaze

‘It cannot be you I’m sure I exclude you from suspicion’
If only she knew the little boy’s mind secrets of his emotion

A few years thence I went back to that house to see if it still was there
Those candid three words from a timid boy laying his child’s heart bare

The house was gone so was the roof in its place stood an apartment new
None would ever know the girl never knew I wrote her from heart ‘I love you’

He holds the day like duck feather.

Good or bad weather
Silver dimes or rusted nails
Through them all he quietly sails.

On the way small flowers he plucks
In thrill’s quiver sings joyous cluck
When rough tides break him he reveals not crack
Doesn’t complain when the clouds are black.

If his wings feel weary he stops the swim
A shore he finds to rest in dream
For the duck feather each day is a gain
To swim in the pond, his piece of haven.

On the grills the rust
Stands in stark contrast
To your serene eyes

They see it all
Ocean black eyeball
Still hold surprise

Brimming passion
What love in that ocean
Your pleading eyes

It makes me pause
There’s no greater cause
For a passerby

Your gestures bold
Said words untold
Your droopy ear

Ever so keen
To lovingly listen
Holds a stranger dear

You looked at me
With a loving plea
Oh passerby

Greet me awhile
Lend me a smile
For that I die

I see her everyday
Am seeing her for years
But sure the answer is nay
If I know all her fears!

I see her everyday
Living at one address
But sure the answer is nay
If I know all her happiness!

I see her everyday
For long sharing the bed
But sure the answer is nay
If I know what goes on in her head!

I see her everyday
Have never been apart
But sure the answer is nay
If I know each beat of her heart!

I see her everyday
For long she’s my mate
But sure the answer is nay
If I know her fully till date!

I see her everyday
Have felt her in every breath
*And sure the answer is yea
If I’ll love her till death!

The higher you go
The fall delivers a harder blow!

Many a company
makes each employee
practice yoga
during recess
to de-stress
cope with distress
endure strain
and be back again
to workplace
with no stress!

a good therapy
for if ever the company
lays off an employee,

he she could absorb the distress
of the resultant long-term recess
its pains many

like a yogi!