MAN!!!

Coming of age – a physical phenomenon

The brain however slumbers inside

A sudden display of sense – burning out

The simplest things you can’t decide.

Your hand being held from the dawn of time (yours)

Your mum, your friend and then your wife.

Traits you once had overshadowed by uncontested Ego

Strength and Bravery amongst the others since the age of Five

Time however heals all wounds – the one’s most appreciated

Chivalry and Decisiveness are now down the drain

Indulging in self understanding and betterment a thing of the past

Time investment on uncomprehended traits one shall refrain

The latest trend – a social butterfly

Perfect camouflage to the mask you already wear.

Not a care you feel – why should you

Most often than not to you it isn’t even there.

It seems time isn’t teaching you a thing

Lessons of the past are safely vaulted.

You shall get what is in store for you

My man, Charity from my end has NOW HALTED!!!

Happiness

Happiness inspires me to sing

A line, a limerick, a song or such a thing

Maybe to the beat of my crazy feet

Or it could be just a rhythm-less tweet

The reason so bizarre yet beautiful

A smile to my face small yet so blissful

Not a care or worry to think of now

This minute no Where? What? Or How?

Just fleeting thoughts of memories

Of times of love, happiness and even anxieties

The times that were and the ones to come

Making one’s heart pound to the rhythm of a drum.

This music within my soul

Increasing in beat like a drum roll

The feeling though now begins to fade

But its something for which nothing I’ll trade

A line, limerick and just a song

With me will stay my whole life long

I’ll remember the words and even its beat

Long after the rhythm is lost by my feet!!!!

The AUTO Ride

It’s late in the evening

I’m wondering which road to take

I look out my window

To hear the traffic and brake

I’m still in the office

Its better I holler a friend

Maybe we’d squeeze past this jam

Or maybe I’d be stuck here till ten

The thought has to come to my mind

To give the rikshawala another try

But it’s been more than once now

My hopes have all run dry!

The ease and comfort in which he denies

A ride to every person seeking a ride

His heartless reply and the look to deny …

You a lift from off the road side!!

Occasionally you’d find a helpful soul

To see the desperation in your eye

He’d offer you up a metered ride

Like an angel who heard your cry

This of course is a one in billion chance

For most often than not for sure

You have to tread back home

Or your own car’s the only CURE!!!