The watermelon rolled down
Splashed, when hit the stone;
Juice and flesh
Scattered all around.
Roads pleased
With showered droplets
Moments of pleasure, unexpected.
The little urchin ran to pick
Wary, yet take a bite
A treat it turned, unexpected.
And I stood there watching….
Tag: Life
Reflections
The wall in my bedroom
Turned dull with time;
The paints couldn’t hide
The otherwise styled but
Her now blemished skin.
The otherwise makeup-free but
Ensembles added to enhance;
The times spend in grooming
Exceptional on every ordinary day
I see myself, refreshed.
The mirror stood before still
Picturing us in reflections
Awakened by the awareness
Exceptional on this particular day
Her face I see, afresh.
What Say?
The drilling work was in progress;
The sound, unbearable.
Unusual as it may sound,
My mind was drawn
To people from the past;
Rich, famous and the change-makers –
The contributors who shared the walls,
Painting shades to the landscape called History.
Often quoted on occasions,
They breathe through the medium offered
And exist in the seconds of our memory clock.
A drill into their lives happen frequently;
That sounds unbearable!
Dissected time and again
With none to clarify
Their privacy gets auctioned off
And their pains never felt, sincerely.
Wish, the dead ‘rest in peace’.
Strangers
I met a few strangers
In the beginning of the year;
I met them as acquaintances
Toward the end of the year.
The second time I chanced to see them,
They were not as people I knew;
The another time I knew them
They became the past I had shared.
Wonder why I was to meet them?
Wonder why it was the first and the only?
Hard to erase the single encounter;
Hard to point out the reason.
I stopped taking account of life,
I counted the memories I re-live;
I looked upon the present,
In the moment I lived with the many.
Destiny survived my interpretation
Destined to meet those I met unknowingly;
Strangers or acquaintances I cared not to think
Purpose or reason I dared not to probe.
Yet the ones I hardly knew but met
Meant to be the part for once I chanced to meet;
The years there were many,
The faces infinite in those years….
