Walking down familiar streets
that give the glare of recurrence
as I ascend deeper in to the darkness
watch over those in the dark that'll be my purpose.

I see faces that I know
now so deep and far from home
for I am but a Shadow
that is gone and alone

Eventually I will reach the light
be memory to those that live in this Dark
Although that life is over I will be where I belong
and then a new journey I must embark

This Journey is in the light, one that isn't real
except this ones not as long
I will not be seen nor be heard
For I am but a Shadow alone and gone.

Phones, shapely, laughing beauties of yore,
once patiently rested in cradles , what elegance!
waiting for the prince to come, give a kiss
break the spell, remove the curse!
Gone are the days of pampered babies,
no cradles for phones anymore,
cell phones, the petite beauties we all care for now,
are born grown up.

The baby in the cradle now
sobs demanding the slimmest of cellphones,
once able to lay hands on it
the games continue till the eyes droop .
Cradles get vacant now too soon
the petite phone rings with out
any rest day and night.

The palpable concern which I get and which is on its increment every day..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The love preserved deep in heart and with an apt attitude towards life..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The balanced and the devoted way towards his profession
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The curiosity and depth as if a techie in computer..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The infallible way in which i always get my queries sorted out .
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The glance which exalts us every weekend..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The person whom I accolade..
OH! YES ITZ MIE DAD..

I still wonder who am I,
on those rare moments,
I meet him,whom i think,
I am him.