TALES OF THE RAIN

Pouring rain

Sweeping breeze,

Drenched leaves

Stoned trees...

Polyethene  wrapped heads

Clogged muddy roads,

Vets sneaking into their sheds

And, the wipers at their best...

For some it is the monsoon blues

For some it is the let go mood,

For some it is the relaxing time

And for some it is the introspecting view...

It is the same shower for all

The same gushing wind that calls,

But how we differ in response

It is the personal choice we announce...

And then follows the abrupt silence of the seizing drops

The shimmering dew drops,

The warmth of the invading sun

And the chirpy voices that were shun...

It appears as if somewhere a thirst was quenched

And somewhere it was flooded,

While somewhere it was just apt

Whereas somewhere it never really made any difference...

MY CLANDESTINE WONDERS

Time flies by

We exchange good byes...

Moving ahead with work

Enjoying credits and perks...

Then one evening we I sit alone

With all my worries dethroned...

Thinking of how this time was five years back

And, how I took a leap over these tracks...

Browsing through my pictures in Facebook

OH MY GOD!! Just take a look...

Reading all the crazy posts and shares

And the tags that are now very rare...

But I know this distance can’t part us

As the charisma we share is precious...

Giving an assurance that, though not near

But you are always there!

It is so reflexive

That you are the first to know my conflict...

Also, the person to embarrass me in public

Making it sound like cacophony of my triumph...

How blessed am I to have such devils around

A pact that I voluntarily signed for my surmount...

This gives me the faith that, though not near

But you are always there!

Endless talk from dusk to dawn

Seen with each other as pretty and clown...

Aren’t we “The Craziness Personified”

Also stupidity pacified... ;)

This is just a brief understanding of how it is

Not budged by the jeopardy of the widening distance...

Just to reassure that, though not near

But you are always there!

 PS : We don't exactly say this though! :D

SEASON'S GREETINGS

This is a dedication to “my kids”, (well not literally) but those tiny people out there who have revolutionised my life!! And small message from me to them as to how much they mean to me and also a small gesture to say that these small things that we do for others somehow makes us a better person down the line... And reviving these thoughts gives you a feeling that you have actually done something worthwhile in life J

I wanna be the hand

To hold you high

When you fall,

And not let you sigh...

I wanna be that shoulder

Where you lay your head

To be a support,

When you cry...

I wanna be that warmth

That encloses you

Protects you from miseries,

And sweeps you through...

I wanna be that pride

Which is true

Which shines in your eyes,

And never lets you feel blue...

I wanna be everything

That you think you lack

Which makes you feel inferior,

And pushes you back...

Because, all that I know is

You deserve a true chance

You are no less,

I can assure that in a glance...

You are a star

And my lucky charm

Don’t let the world come in your way,

And let you harm...

I promise you,

You will get what you deserve

And one day you will also help others,

And care for others by your serve...

DEEP DIVER

A WALK TO REMEMBER!!

Tiny tiny feet

Quick quick steps,

Lovely lovely walk

With no rest...

My hands gripped tight

Firm but mild,

To not loose 'the' sight

With the tides getting wild...

Years down the line

The walk is different,

The steps are mine

But, the pace is coherent...

The gripping hands are not the same

When I look upon, its the other name,

This jolly walk is not the same game

Hopefully this walk should have an 'Aim'...

And yet again the years roll down

Now walking down the 'Brown',

Is me

And my 'Mr. Found'!!

Hold on, I don't whine

Since 'Aim' and (Mr.)'Found' are not the same,

Because again the steps are mine

And I'm still in the game...

As no one can stop time,

Here again I'm with my steps,

This time less walk

And more rest...

Because this time

The footprint are alone,

With the humid air and setting sun

Introspecting what I was shown...

Time and tide wait for none

The footprint left are erased soon,

Gulped in the brine is everything

Because everything you have got has to sink...

I realized that in all stages

You alone survive,

People come and go

And every time you loose someone you revive...

So in the end

You carry just yourself,

What comes with you, are your deeds

So depend on no one because no one will bear the burden of your seeds...