Seasons I know, are not too high and not too low,
Just like the rain, the sun and the snow.
Seasons are green, seasons are blue,
But never do we know when they pass by you.
Some are bright while some are dark,
But some are just close to our heart.
There are seasons of love, and seasons of hate,
Seasons of joy, but all this god creates.
Seasons will come; seasons will go,
Just like passengers in a train that we don’t know.
Seasons are different seasons are unique
Just like some people who come our dreams.
Seasons are two and sometimes four,
But love once happened will happen no more.
Beaches are the spot when summer comes along,
Our beds make our crib when winter dawns.
Autumn is yellow, when leaves fall low
Down on earth making the roads all glow.
Spring is new, blooming and bright
There are flowers and fruits and much far off sight.
These are, seasons I know, seasons I see, seasons I feel, touch and breathe.

When the moon light shown, on the lake deep blue
You stood next to me on a bridge admiring the hue
I wondered then if this was a dream,
For making you mine was a fantasy.
The twinkling of stars decorated the sky
Looking into your eyes, it had a divine shine
You held my hand as we walked down slow,
I wanted to dance like a floating boat.
We stepped on the grass that was sprinkled with rain
Monsoon was here, the best time of the year.
We sat by the lake, your reflection so clear.
Like a teenage boy, you smiled and blushed.
Dear Lord, I had an adrenaline rush!
You pulled out a ring that smiled with glee,
And you said “Will you marry me?”
A shiver down my spine, my heart beating fast,
My skin stood up, and I blushed!
My hand felt cold and froze like ice.
I was floating like a feather, on cloud 9
You waited for me, with curious eyes.
Would she say yes? Or simply smile?
I took a deep breath and was ready to reply…
When “THHUUUD”! The door open wide.
I ****** and turned my head to see…
You walked down the street with utmost speed.
I sadly sighed and watched you go,
Wondering what it would be like, to walk beside you…
Very slow…

I stood there patiently,  
To see the idol in red
Along with me waited a thousand
Until their feet bled…
Wishes and dreams they never have an end,
To get one granted I waited there myself.

Folks from everywhere came to see,
The deity, that blesses selflessly.
Adults, children, infants and old
Delayed my visit to the divine soul.

Among this crowd, a voice I heard.
Sweet and melodious like the cuckoo bird.
I tried to get a glimpse, of that sound
When what I saw got me astound.

An angel in pink, with eyes so brown.
Hair like midnight and face serene
Giggling and laughing she stood with her mom,
Playing with her shadow, she moved round and round.

Her innocence so delicate, just like snow.
Her smile, so cheerful she would make a dreamboat.
Anyone who seemed erupt and raged,
Would get a glance and feel calm like a sage.
.
Like the scales of a rattle snake we lined.
Slowly yet steadily towards the sacred shrine
Long and restless, like the wind we moved.
The doll came closer to where I stood.

Infants were crying and the old got tired.
Mothers were trying their best to keep calm
We were in a temple, I wondered why the alarm?
Men perspired and their phones kept ringing
Impatient they became as the wind stopped ruffling.

All this happened around that princess
She was still calm and smiling instead.
She looked around to see other kids cry
Then she saw me and waved hi.

I wanted to carry her; that little child
Her face was imprinted on my mind,
I was sure she would be lighter than air,
I admired her for the way she stared.


Wonder if she knew where she was,
Wonder where she got her patience from
Wonder when my time would come
When suddenly I realized the temple bells rung.

The queue moved faster as people barged in
The crowd got disorganized and broke the line
I pushed too and stood on my toes
With my hands joined, and my neck stretched
I tried hard to see; the divinity.

Just then next to me I felt
Something; a gentle touch I guess
I turned to see who it was
To my enchantment, there she was…

That darling stood just beside me
Carried by her mother facing the lord.
I forgot for that moment where I was
For next to me was the angel from above.

Her sparkling brown eyes kept me stunned
Her exquisite smile, oh lord I wish I was a guy!
He face so beautifully crafted not a single flaw…
She was best work of the heavens that I ever saw.

I touched her tiny hands so pink.
She smiled; I tried to get her to speak
Just when, her mother turned to me and said
“My baby; she is unsounded from birth.”

Startled I stared at that mother’s face
I could see droplets flood her almond eyes
“I heard her voice so sweet just now” (I mumbled)
“She only, just makes noise” (and passed by…)
I leered again at that child
Wondered; how could the lord be so unkind…?

Just then it struck me why I was there
I ogled again at the idol in red
With so many questions that ran in my head.
I realized then my wish was lame.
I shut my eyes and prayed with faith,

“Dear lord; take away this cruel bane
And give her a life that she would want to live,
again… and again… “

The sarcastic talk. Your taunts that flock
The short tempered you! You just make me follow you!
Like the turbulent storm, you’re rough and uptight
But when I look into your eyes, you’re just a small mice.
The agitated you get, with the silliest things around,
The tantrums you throw, like a circus clown
You sure have the energy to take a bear down!
The choosy you get, with outstanding reasons, I bet
Surly makes my stomach upset.
But if I look at you and I see a little frown,
Don’t’ worry baby, I’ll tilt the world upside down!
The witty words, and the pranks you play,
Even kids would be in dismay.
The indecisive you get, with the simplest of choice,
I begin to hear your head voice.
The reasons you give when you get caught
Makes my all senses clot!
But when you know, that I’m upset; you give me that hug…
And then I feel like I’m your love bug.
In the end, all said and done
You’re my favorite, you’re the one…

The sound that repeats like the clash of swords,
The movement is such it has abrupt jumps,
Starring into it gives peace of mind,
They are the waves of the sea, well timed…

With speed they come to you at once,
Rolling and turning with the winds that rush,
Intense and forceful at the outset,
Steady and blissful towards the end…

Like your family they greet you with hugs
They wrap around your feet and create a mini flood.
You hug them back, they take you within
They are the waves of the sea, soft; like the violin…

They get their personality from the sun.
Thus changing colours now and then,
They play, as much as they can with him,
Until their mother shows up with a grin…

When she’s up watching over them at night,
Each one of them is at her sight.
They get their discipline from her; the moon.
Like sainted children they settle down soon…

When one looks at them while they’re sleep,
The mind is calm and the world complete.
A thinker’s thoughts are crystal clear,
The spirit seems free, and the heart humane,
They are the waves of the sea that persevere…

Lessons from the sea are several to learn,
The dominant one is to give up fear.
Keep moving like the waves of the sea,
For the waves there is never “an end”

I tried to be your favourite one
I tried to be your only one
I tried so hard to be your love
But you never cared to even hug...

I miss you till the moon and back,
I miss you I can’t stay relaxed,
I miss you so much I need to hear...
You voice, every time of the day and year.
Come back so I can hug you tight,
Sleep on your lap or lay by your side…
Come back and never leave me alone,
For without you I’m just a stick or a stone.
Never did I think you’d go so far,
Never did I dream that I’d be alone,
Never did I wish I’d depart from you
Love, come back now; I miss you dear…

Today he loves me,
Tomorrow he fights, but still it takes me to decide the right.
Today he argues, the next hour he laughs,
And still I wonder how he changes so fast.

Like a module his temper is small,
But he would make sure, he remembers them all.

And sometimes, someday when I explode,
I don’t know how he has it all under control.

At eight he hugs me, at ten he stares,
At twelve he loves me, at three he glares.
And all I see when I look at him,
Is the time that changes along with him.

Oh dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his mind change along with time?

He tickles me at five, he is angry at seven,
Do I know exactly what’s he angry for then?
I try real hard to change with him,
It’s not so easy; it’s like bending a pin.

Now this was all the evening show, the night is left,
Oh god get the time slow.

At eight in the night he’s calm alright,
At ten he’s alarmed and sometimes he cries.
I look at him and think to myself,
Should I talk to him? Or leave a note on the shelf?
And when I decide what could be right,
He wipes his tears and suddenly smiles.

Oh dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his mind change along with time?
But even though his mind changes with time,
When I need him he is always my partner in crime.