A Loner

She is a loner

not by choice

Still A loner

 

She walks by the road

Smiling at face

at kids old couples and even pets

For a smile back

 

Birds of feather has moved away

The close nest has closed the door

as strangers and strangers smiled

with nothing at heart

She carried it all deep in heart

 

She  tilt her world

washed her dreams

run around from pillar to post

to keep the dreams of her little ones

 

Looking at you

not for a hand, just  a smile

For this loner too is like you

with wishes to live; a life

 

The sun has set leaving darker clouds

did ask for you to leave a light or the

mercury lamp you bought

She knew to pull the sun back in sky

much radiant

Just stop dumping trash in life

Walk to Nowhere

Across the red iron bridges

on the volcanic river

With bare foot

I walked to Nowhere

 

With the cold cold

icy road – Blood on the toes

freeze  not flow

I walked to Nowhere

 

Tired and weary

With the dry eyes and

Thirst amidst the desert of struggle

I walked to Nowhere

 

Hopes gown Dreams dried

No more tears too

With one stubborn mission

I walked to Nowhere

 

Stuck my the harsh hands

Of death – The ghost  still

moves along the

Path to Nowhere

 

To find you

Just to find you

Where’s the Winter

Last weekend my daughter was singing a song by herself. A song of her own. Here it goes.

tick tack tick tack
Round the clock
Baby dancing like a doll

pit pat pit pat water pot
Winter is so hot

Though amazed to see the poetess in her, I also felt sad to see her suffer in the hot burning weather even during a time, which is called as winter.

Poor child she always longs to see the real winter and the snowfall as in the cartoon series she watches. She wanted to had a day out of this burning oven. Out of the sweater that was brought from an icy region of north or north-east India, which mom made her wear for a mild chillness. Probably one day I will take her out.

Give your love to the lord

God will love your broken heart, which humans may distressed with …

Dancing to the Thunder Drum

Cuddles up to flee the fear

of the sudden change engulfed in Mystery

hoss says the wild wind

blowing the trumpet loud and loud

Flashing lights and thunder bolts

 

Ho mom mom what is it?

Is it a monster rob our merry

Or the ghosts hunting around

Closing he eyes tight in fear

Around my neck in firm trust.

 

Opened the door to show the bliss

Of the rich nature show

The perfect scene

Tat tat the thunder bolt

pit pat Quench the earth

Chit chat in the window pane

made little winks in her sharp eyes

 

the chill breeze that heart long

chased away the Hot blown wind

That burned  the woods

the red red sky is covered with good grey cloud

The heaven bless with little sweet drops

sissss went the rain, hooo said the girl

Filling the place with Merry and Charm

My baby danced to the thunder drum

We fear the world until we face