It happens often enough
that I sit,
sitting idle and thinking,
thinking about now and then,
thinking to what to do
and what to leave.

I usually end up deciding to do away with writing
and even worse to even read something written.
Then I always look back
to know if ever I was good in past?
Was it worth for what I paid in my time..
and I ever found ‘yes 'twas’

That’s how I did it all -
putting together the collected twigs, dried branches, leaves and pebble
Perhaps it doesn't look fancy from far,
but yet, it’s enough in to dwell.

Right now, I have no one but you,
No one to hear or talk
but you.
You I have and will always want to.
My little friends sitting silently
in those shelves, I just need you.

The nights when I was most lonely and deprived,
you lent me your touch to hold and sleep all night.
You woke with me and days just passed.
But now, as time has come, I will not last.

I will pass away,handing you to my living-bys,
hope you will take care of them too, as you did of I.