I spotted the box
out of the corner of my eye
There in the closet
stuffed into a corner
covered in cloth

At first it mattered not
I had other priorities
I had to meet

But then a memory
knocked upon the wall
of my curosity

So I took the box out
and sat upon the bed
And I started to take
the photographs out

So many faces , so many places
lost in time's goodbye
So much found
and so much lost
so , so very much

After all the you and me's
After all the summers
and winters too
Life has boiled down
to a box of photographs
made for a shoe

Maybe not trenches
maybe just graves
Where I've laid all
my treasures ,
memories and rusty knife blades .

When I'm flying at 30,000 feet
All that separates my life from death
is the silvery skin and my dubious breath

Roman candles or Greek fire ?
My curosity dares me to inquire

What happens in the night
stays in the night

.
.

I will not follow the rules of the past
Not when the future beckons at last
Though it is great standing here now
I've come to realize I have
new fields that need to be plowed

The days of the past are like handfuls of jewels
But to make them all shiny it took time with the appropriate tools

I lock up my tresures in my heart not the bank
To all of those souls I owe
I'm shouting out thanks

But the door beyond has been opened a crack
My curosity has been  intrigued , you know that's a fact

So I have shut the door to the house Yesterday
After all it has aged , sags with boards turning gray
And I am standing on the presence of porch
With a cloth wrapped stick dipped in oil that will be my torch

So while what once was my home is now going up with the smoke
I've already poured the new foundation for you to take  note

Every step into the future
is one for the past
Each breath taken in could surely be last

Was bitten by a *****

who in curosity went near her when she was feeding her pups

It was screaming loudly
It was bleeding profusely

In pain and fear
It hid itself in drain
Iron grill was removed to take it out

I and my friend
rushed to veterinary hospital which was eight km away

In car his painful whining
disturbing my mind
Blood was dripping on the floor of car
Mat was full of blood
Filled the car with coppery smell

His screams were making me sad
On the way we stuck in zam
It seems me as if roads were stretched

Somehow we reached the hospital
Timings on board
9.00 am to 3 pm
Still 20 min. were left
No emergency for animals
As if they don't get hurt and pain

I noticed
A house of resident vet. doctor
But it was locked
Suddenly a car zoomed in front of  house
I sensed it might be vet. doc.

I approached him to start treatment

He said in hurriedly
"Sorry mam
I am on leave today
I drove so fast to reach from
Himachal Pradesh
My children are getting late
for school"

He left the place
with the pup
which was bleeding
and getting unconscious
in our hands