When I looked in my father’s eyes,
with a foul smell in my mouth,
I made a promise to those skies,
to not to drink again till my last breath.

I sang apologies to him,
with no words and mind,
they came from my heart and whim,
the ones of their own kind.

Then I thought of future and asked for an exception,
to pardon this promise for wedding of all my brothers,
Then he said with a queer expression,
‘I know just a few of them, rest, who are allothers?’ :P

Oh give me your pain
and sorrows,
for you had a lot of them.
I have had plenty of smiles,
now it’s your turn to borrow.

Fill up my arms
that have long slept alone,
No! not tonight,
we shall fight some other day
perhaps, better on the phone.

Oh! look into my eyes
and tell what you find,
O this tear in my eye
is not mine,
but yours that now shine.

Can now we dance
to these horns and howls?
For I don’t have a piano or any other sound.
Why don’t we get closer,
hear our own breaths and just dance around?

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.

Inequality is something that should be preserved.
Else who will wash my clothes
and who will wash the sink full of utensils?
What if we all got the same number
of eyes and hands?
We have created inequality with wealth and education.
I cherish this inequality as I am above of some millions,
else I would have been standing in queues and footpaths, begging, sleeping and scavenging.

Today I saw
a leaf,
lying on the ground
yellow and dried.

It was near
its end,
belonging
nowhere on then.

I stood near
the footpath,
watching it
from there.

Then, I asked to what will it do
it said
‘I will die
and grow again anew’.

I took a seed in the morning,
and put it under the earth,
I watered it gently, and
later put it in the sun.

The next morning, I woke, and
took my turn,
I eagerly looked for a green,
but, eventually nothing did turn.

I learned a lesson on that day, that
nature teaches us patience in its own way.

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.

I don’t wish to write many.
But, just a few…
the ones that are truer not better.
the ones that are more of I,
the ones that are short and yet full.
Perhaps I will write some in this life
else, I will carry them all in my coffin.

Why does he sing?
perhaps, he sings to be heard and read.
It’s the life he has chosen
to sing his pain and happiness,
to sing his love which once was so dear to him
the one which is now lost and forbidden.
Every-time he holds mic close to his mouth
he sings it all..
We clap and applause on his pain.
We cherish the very words he chooses.
We play these immortal songs again and again
we listen them on players and speakers
we hum them, sing them in trains, buses and bathrooms.
A life of a singer or a guitarist
is surely different from a student or a lawyer
but perhaps,
his pain is not.
And it’s this pain that binds us, connects us
to our core,
So today, just sing it along with him
to celebrate and share.