Dear mirror on the wall,
It's with a heavy heart
I today write you this letter,
I would have stalled this if I had any hope
That, things would get better.

I still remember the day I bought you here,
You were sparkling and just fine.
Of course I would have loved to have a little more
But I thought you would improve like wine.

Sadly though that was not to be and
You had nothing more to offer.
Not that you made any false promises but I thought
I can persuade you, being a good goffer

Agreed age has not being on my side and
Times have been cruel too,
But to show me in bad light, all fat and wrinkled
Is that what partners do?

They say we are as old as
Our partners make us feel,
And all you have done is to highlight my flaws
Rather than conceal.

So I am switching to a new sparkling mirror
Which has some amazing additional features?
This new one makes automatic changes
And doesn't nag me, you know how much I hate preachers.

We have been together for years now
Do not think I will leave you all alone,
I have found some new homes ready to take you in
Will give you details, over the phone.

And call me sensitive and emotional
I could not bring myself to see your sad face,
I will however wish you the best and hope
All legal matters be resolved at a fast pace.

Thanking you
Yours....
Mr Knight in shining armour

**P.S- Please sign the papers attached and send it to me by tomorrow,
There is no need to prolong this matter for it will only bring more sorrow.

On the concrete trees,
Blessed are the free
               Painful it must be for the avian souls
               When the breeze is caged
               And its screams go unheard
               When the sunset howls
               For the blue dreams blurred
              When the greens are slaughtered    
              And their sweet songs interred.

Hey kid let’s do something different
Let’s save a library
What do you think?
Will you like to Go and
Spend some time there?

Books love kids, did you know that?
And the kids who read all kinds of books
Are loved the most

And the kids who share stories with their friends
And take them to library are rewarded the most

For nothing absolutely nothing
Can replace a book

Have you ever smelled a book?
Which one smells better,
a new book or an old book?

Did you know that if you keep your favourite book,
Near your pillow at the night
All those who live in the books come alive,
Just to guard you and protect you!

Books are portals to magical world
They can sing, they can dance, and even talk to us,
But to see all that you really really really
have to believe in magic.

No computer  or Television can bring a book down
For a book has a much stronger crown

A library is a garden of books
And only our love for books can save it from the doom
And who knows in which shelf of the library
You will meet that magical book,
That will tell you all about,
The king and his men and
their battle against the giant spiders

And the fairies who fought
With demons and saved the child

And the evil witch with her cauldron full of spells
Bubble trouble bubble double and boom!

And the mountain rock and the mile stone
And why they could never be friends

And have you not heard of the story of Cinderella,
Do you know she loves kids who read about her in books!

And the story of an elephant and a monkey
And a snake who became the best of friends
This goes to prove any one can be your friend
If you really want them to be
And welcome them with open arms

And the pirates of the red sea
Who found a big treasure trove in a faraway land?
And they had to fight with the big snake with a dozen heads

(HEY WHO DO YOU THINK IS A DOZEN?
ELEVENS ELDER SISTER, OR FOUR’S DISTANT COUSIN?)

But the pirates could not take it with them
As the sea was rough,
Hidden under a tree is the map to that island
And if you plant enough trees
One day they will tell you where

And of course who doesn’t know the story of the horse
that ran so fast that he revolved around the sun in just 260 days!
How much time do you think the earth takes?

And do you know what the little pony said when he coughed
Did he say he was a little horse or hoarse?

But before you go to the book of knowledge section
Check your hands
They really do not want anyone to touch them
With hands full of germs
But then every book loves clean hand
I know so because once poodle doodle noodle doo
Scolded me for eating while reading them


And do you know in the last shelf somewhere is a very dangerous book
Do not open or read it without help of the wise
In it lives a demon in an angels disguise
I forgot the name but you can go there ask
For the books on demons (in a hush hush tone)
For you never know how many of the demons spies
Are in the books around


**Do you not hear the books from the libraries calling you?
They want to be your friend,
Will you?

As I take a sip of the fresh brew
Its aroma hits my senses
What is it about a hot cuppa?
That relaxes you and shakes your grey cells,  
Both at the same time
And I look at the warmth of the cup and wonder
This tea certainly has a strong character
And a sweet soul
Will I be able to do justice to it?
Will I be able to utilize its strength to the fullest?
Will its sweetness keep my bitter memories at bay?
Have I been fair to it so far?
What if in the last few sips it loses its taste,
Becomes bland and cold?
Will it be the teas fault or mine?
For I let it sit idle, same age old mistake of not jiving with time
There were other invites, full of warmth and promises
And I chose this one
It demands certain pace and respect for the all things hot
When I finish, will the cup be clean and empty, may be a small drop left
Or will the cream of what I could have had be in the cup still?

Indifferent, Intolerant, greedy humans,
Suffocating this beautiful world
She has been abused for so long
Crying rivers, moaning forests,
Drooping shoulders of mountains
Do you not hear their silent screams, they are deafening
Days and nights filled with pain and agony
Animals caged, hunted, decorated on wall
Is that what you do to everything you love?
The swirls of butterflies, the hymns of nature almost gone,
It is a world haunted by their existence that was
Global warming, tsunamis, earthquakes
Are you not scared of the nature’s wrath?
She wants to feel safe again
Refuge from this long ongoing slaughter
She has been leaving cues and requests
For the wise to see and act
She misses the joys of rain; she wants her spring back,
And she wants Inspiration, love and humour
Humility, harmony, playgrounds
She wants the chirping of birds
And the chase and play of wildlife in their
Homes, the forests….
She wants some free verses and rhymes in her rivers and streams
She wants Proses and poetries to heal the cracks on earth
Some tall tales and lots of songs on the trees
She wants people to fill her ravaged canvases with beautiful greens
She needs us,
You and me in unison with Nature

The sunset sky dazzling with the golden hues,
Taking bow in brilliant sparkle of experience
Is it not a ******, of the story so far, that was today?
Or is it building anticipation of the night yet to come.
Watch the days go, some proud of their accomplishments
Some leaving sighs of disappointments,
Leaving all in awe of its Amaranthine twists and turns
And the fortunate get to see the moon trying to steal the show from setting sun,
Oh she is such a show off, isn’t she, basking in reflected glory
Its magical, the sunset sky, Puzzling, sometimes just like a riddle,
Leaving the nature stunned and amazed
For it has been filling the canvas whole day with colours
And now the sunset threatens to hide them all
And in dark all the colours will be same
A cue for the wise.
Sunset sky has so much to offer,
is she not a fine example of how uncertain a life can be
Often reminding no matter what you planned,
there will be some unexpected returns
For End has its own brain, its own script
Charting its own course
So why just the beginning, every moment of the life should be grand,
meted with equal passion and fervor
She has been so clever; the sunset sky
Leaving Twinkling cryptic messages for the night sky
For even the dark has sparkle and hope if you keep your head up,
A constant reminder that exuberance is an attitude of deep, rich, warm hearts

**I want my sunset sky to be grand,
magical, and full of stories of my life that has been
And its memories to linger on in this world,
in the tomorrow and a few more years to come

A rose for The Rose
For being so prominent in poetry and prose
For no other flower has adorned with so much zest
Lover’s  tresses or a Martyr’s wreath
For a single flower to epitomize love and hate
Cherished From classic to modern, blessed by choice and fate
For all the romance and all the tragedies it has seen
In the tears of pathos and in the pearls of glee
For the petals and thorns and the richness of their harmony
To be in ease with its beauty calling for awe and envy
For the delicate vulnerability of petals and strong character of thorn
To be everywhere and yet so exclusive, has there ever been a human such born?