Tale Of Trouble (first crush)

Till yesterday he was all gay..
As if on a bed of roses he lay.
He didn’t have a lot..
But was all plum with what he had got.

While the stars above played hide and seek.
The old winter breeze beckoned him to rise
From his sleep.

A filthy old rag to ward off cold..
Was all he had more precious than silver or gold.
When a soft voice from trembling lips
Woke him amidst his only hour of bliss.

As if dream witnessed with senses awake.
Stood by him was an angel face...
Lips joined in a perfect two….
Eyes like an ocean so blue…
Hair flowing in a stream so true…
All words of praise seemed so few.



Suddenly his life started changing.
He began to dream with a heart full of longing.
Still there was bread that he didn’t want to eat…
With the dreams of that angel his mind so replete…

Still there was soft grass for him to sleep..
But Alas ! never so discontent was he ever seen.

Now there was no joy but pain…..
For he tried to reach her in vain…
For he tried to reach her in vain….

Hills Of Sand

Hills Of Sand , those little hands pile.
Sea Shells they pick for crowning in style.
They divide into rooms the whole compound
Twigs for Lamp-Posts, Glass bottles for doors.

Bags and rings and ropes and more……..
Everything finds itself amidst all lure .

Nothing of which like ever was waist…
Such beauty lay strewn all over the place.
And then as sun began to take a dip..
All his dreams gave him a slip.

Suddenly as the shores went red…
All birds of hope flew …ahead
The beasts in water as if shaken from rest..unfed..
New grounds they began to tread..

Eyes heaping encomiums and soul thoroughly embroiled
Something for which he had his hands and heart soiled……
Gone with the tides was all his toil…….
Gone with the tides was all his toil…..