Dreams impossible

Give me light give me sun on my night of grief,
Give me moon to
Drench me cool on my hardest day,
Make me dare take baby steps
To cross the limit in my humble way,
.
I keep my song closed inside
Humming the local tune,
And they pass me by happily ever,
There goes a homely woman

The pain inside,
The weight and the cry ,
My heart keeps concealed and hidden,
The waves of ocean,
Keep flooding my eyes ,
And wolves are there to
Lick my wounds.

I want to hold the world
In my humble palm,
And I want the success story
Mirrored on my nail .

All dreams impossible
Like my desire for
The passion
That was in me till
It died with you
Forever yesterday.

Distance

Look at her, she is smart,
She is innocent and cute;
The day I saw her otherside,
I became cold like an icebox,
and I prayed to God
Please mute the play
That went inside her closed door,
Only the vibrations
That came out
Were enough to kill my love
For soft toys, for lollipops,
For raindrops and dews,

I could tell her what was true,
I could tell her I saw her through,
But I felt it was not worth the trouble,
As I felt the ties loosening
And I knew,
Only distance was her due.

Her Phone, Her life, Her friends

My phone started ringing and I thought who could it be! My phone was new, slick and smart and so new, most of my friends did not know of it, which I wanted desperately to show, though I knew too well that they would only laugh at me for being still fond of showing off new things at this age. I stopped short of taking it out of my bag, as a very catchy tune started as a ringtone and the girl standing next to me on the zebra crossing, waiting for the light to turn green picked it up hurriedly and started talking animatedly. Poor girl, I thought, she is so engrossed , that she did not notice she was almost shouting at the caller and before I could restrain her she started moving forward even with the light being still red. I saw a minibus approaching and just caught hold of her dopatta and tried to pull her back, but she did not even seem to notice my move and the the approaching vehicle and the next thing I saw the young body being flown past me and hitting the footpath, bloody and dead.



I wonder why these young people do not think twice before putting their lives at risk. I have travelled almost two thirds of my life and still I value my life, I treasure my life as a special gift of God. I know I have been given once chance in life, which I would live to the full, enjoying and savouring every second of it. But look at these young ones, they just throw caution to the winds for the sake of staying connected to their friends and family at all odd hours at all odd places. It seems, they think nothing else exists, while they are on call.

What is the use of having a mobile and a host of near and dear one, if you are not there to hold it in your hand and stay connected.

I wish there was a smart phone which would flash the word CAUTION or cry out LOOK OUT/STOP if its owner is crossing a busy road, is on the friving seat or at any such position that requires attention.
Is anybody listenting!!

On a bad day

On a bad day


Little Jojo was having a Mango
And enjoying it much !
When he spotted a monkey
On a tree giving him a mean watch !
Monkeys are fond of banana
That was what he knew,
So he called -‘ mama please give
Me a banana, will you!
Sure child but first you finish
Your Mango she said,
Mango is for me mom,
Banana is for the monkeys sake.
Really, you have turned
much too witty for your age.
This boy is no good, so I should
Try myself, mused the brute
And he jumped to snatch the fruit,
Giving Jojo a slap on his way;
Mama came in a moment and
Looked for the skins of mango.
A monkey took it home,
Said the frightened Jojo,
Should be ashamed of yourself
Boy, I am sick of liars you should know!
Little Jojo stood confused and sad,
What a cursed day that turned everything so bad.