Adios

Perhaps we could have made little sense.
Perhaps we could have tried little more.
May be we could have concurred the time;
May be we would be with whom we adore.

Some people broken, departed, hearts with sorrow,
Tearful eyes hopping for better tomorrow.
Some people celebrating, careless;
As if they got nothing to borrow.

Still the wide open eyes of all fears the darkness;
Finds pitch blank silence in midst of chaos,
In never ending travel of time, goes a moment pause;
Good, Bad, however you have been, Take care,’Adios’.

** This rhyme visualize the single “moment” which every Human Being celebrating the New year Eve//Mourning the fading year has, when He/She pray/murmur few thoughts of their own.
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Dreams

Roses’ are meant to smell sweet so I chose one and move around;
Very night when I dream of her in my Sleep,
I saw an Angel pulling out all the secrets from my Deep;
Whispering to me she said ‘come to me I will show you my world’
‘Twinkling Stars, Deep blue sky, Diamond and Pearls’
Holding hands together we move ahead;
N with little heed from the book of beauty under my bed,
I carved out the innocence and seduce on her face.
I wish this night to never End;
Same Moon on the same Sky and the tender touch of her hairs.

Undertone she said ‘I have to go’
I spelled bound numb, but my heart yell ‘No’
She just flyby like a flash of light that nobody can hold;
Leaving me alone and screaming,
N I woke up with a jerk…dam Again I was Dreaming……

Don’t drink and drive

Don’t drink and drive;
If you do, you won’t reach home.
Your love ones will get a phone call;
“ you are not coming, you are Gone’.

Questions ?

I got four questions for you.( if you are a women)

' You pray i pray you cry i cry you laugh i laugh n sometimes when we watch a love scene we raise our Lust.
So when no one is like you n nothing like me, put us together...is there no one like Us ?

You lit a candle when its dark n i look out for the sun.
You flex your tongue in danger n i pull out the gun.
You talk of angels n inside me is a demon.
So do i belong to the same race as you called human ?

You find peace in solitude n i find myself lonely in crowd.
You keep mum in your frustrations n i yell at it loud.
We speak ourselves as normal, then what's this madness all about ?

You getting old as the time passing by
me getting older each moment i survive.
You got single life like me too.
Then y not to live it full n together till the day comes when we Die ?'

The Broken Seat

** The story Is imagined and put into words by my virtual Friend Kriti (Kreation ).

* A man riding a bicycle fell. The seat was broken. He had tied it with a rope to keep it in place, but the rope came loose, he lost balance and fell.

“Bye Honey”, he called out as he stood at the door. It was strange. The day itself was strange. He never bade farewell to his wife, never even called her ‘Honey’. “Where is my Tiffin?”. He enquired.
‘No Tiffin today. No food at home. whatever there was, I fed to the kids. please get some money tonight or the kids will have to n hungry for the day’. She replied.

He sold flowers. He had made 70 rupees by the evening. That would take care of the kid’s food for the day.

‘ I need to get the seat’ he thought as the rope came loose a second time that day. But that would cost around 40 rupees and the kids will have to go hungry. ‘No!. food for the kids is the priority. I can do without the seat’.

It was a long stretch of road- a shortcut through a desolate area. He did not usually take that route for there was a chance of encountering robbers. But he was late and the thought of his hungry children made him forget his own fears. The rope that held the seat in place came loose a third time and he fell on the road. Two ORBS traveling at a high speed blinded him and the next moment the same ORBS had run over him leaving a pool of blood and gore where he fell. The 70 rupees had fallen out of his pocket and lay soaked near his mangled remains.

The hungry children cried themselves to sleep that night.