Excuses

My mom called me today..
scared of the dream,
she had last night !
i’m her same little kid again..
‘n she had lost me somewhere
she was choking..
while telling me, this
terrible excuse to call
during my ‘busy’ office hours

Couldn’t tell her
but really wanted to cry out loud
“mom, you don’t have to..
find a reason to call,
‘n i’ll always be your
same little kid, wanting you
to make me calm,
every time i fall..”

instead i’m writing this..
as an excuse of being big ‘n tall

i love u, mom !
‘n really, i’m lost..
trying hard to be the same,
little kid once again..
with no excuses at all..!!

 

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The Other half..!

The Other half..

You, the other person,
or the second me ?
I’m afraid, it scares..
for all the time
since you’ve shown
what I was lacking,
what I’ve found.
‘n now what could be lost..
The beauty ‘n the life,
the way things had turned out
‘n the way my dreams..
got the ground..
Is it me or it’s ‘you’?
who has colored it,
all of sudden,
it looks complete to me..
I pamper, I pray..
to make the ease,
just for another day..
could it be the way..
Is that the way,
we were meant to be ?
just to know..
the other half of you,
‘n the other half of me..!!

I DREAMT, THE BOOK..

I dreamt, the book..

I dreamt, a book..
torn and dusty..
a way written,
a way empty..
perhaps, was alive..
‘Words’ in it,  screams
but not as it seems..
they ask, they bleed..
they hurt, they cry..
but never they lie,
they are not just the words,
trapped in the wood..
not ’bout the crowd
or ’bout the lonelihood..
words from you,
and then ’bout..
those thirsty swollen eyes..
things were written,
imbrued with sobs,
scared, tired and bitten..
by each discrete names,
were carved faces..
embossed to their frames
tattered on other pages..
solemnly.. folded were,
few edges..
I’ve tried to unfold..
wondering who read it, before ?
but then no longer
could hold..
was awaken.. by the pair of
bleeding eyes..

GOD ! was that a dream,
why could I still hear the scream ?
who were those eyes ?
who has folded, those pages ?
why were, familiar..
those faces ?

 

perhaps..
I dreamt, the book !!!