Desire of a twenty-seven year old!!!

Words with one meaning

Life with one path

Friends many to be around with,

Yet, just one special companion.

The simple depict of life,

As it seems to a three year old.

That alone serves the purpose

Of leading a joyous life.

Fear of being dejected at times

Unaware of the consequences

We give in to temptations and

That clouds everything ahead from sight.

Schooling, college life & professional career,

Leaves no room for family and friends.

Crushed amidst manipulative environment

Lost is the innocence and freedom of being real.

Tired we return home

Yet busy with cellphones.

Machines are cuddled

Leaving disregarded the very humanoid.

There is no greed

Nor selfish intention.

A sincere desire of a twenty-seven year old

To live the life of a three year old.

Funny Companion

Dark chocolate complexion

Blunt nose, staring eyes.

Half-white coloured teeth

Yet his smile is so sweet.

“Mr. Bean” he calls himself

And writes – Milk to wine,

Endlessly I cheat myself

Listening to this bro of mine.

Happy to have one more bro,

Though never wished for it.

Keeps cawing like a crow

All way long until I insist – This is it!

He then smiles and winks at me

Acknowledging my stare.

Again we begin, just him and me

Yapping while people snore.

Clean in deeds and at heart,

Spreads smiles all along,

Will miss you a lot, tiny trot,

If we stay miles away for long!!!

This girl whom I met in class

No stream can flow so smooth,

No blow of wind so fast, swiftness she has,

This girl whom I met in class.

So bustling is her looks,

The eyes have a twinkle and they gaze so sharp, unswerving she is,

This girl whom I met in class.

So shrill it sounds her tone,

The pitch has all the command, stern she is,

This girl whom I met in class.

Perfection shall fall small a word

For her work so spick and span, so amazing she is

This girl whom I met in class.

As fast as a cheetah

As elegant & confident as a tiger is

This girl whom I met in class.

We learnt each other

As days passed further,

All smiles, clear thoughts,

A star like twinkles she,

I find her warm & calm

When I share my thoughts and she holds my palm.

She has indeed become, one

Pal in any need or none,

This girl whom I met in class.

Another pleasant evening

An unusual scenery I encountered,

Or rather a beautiful one.

To my right the clouds darkened

While the sun rays penetrating through the clouds on the left.

I wondered if it would pour heavily,

Or shower fire that would burn my skin.

I boarded the bus & found a window seat

And held my eyes intact to the sky.

School children rushed into the bus

Almost breaking the doors of it.

Not to find a place to sit

But to exhibit heroism.

I turned my attention back

To look at clouds that moved closer.

The sun rays couldn’t fight the clouds

And the dark clouds won it all.

It poured down cats and dogs.

Children had curves stretching from left cheek to the right.

Few though worried about the consequences

That the after bath would cause.

The crowd rushed out of the bus

And I was left with countable ones.

Then is when I missed my companion

Whose talks are all with a meaning.

I reached my destination stop

And boarded another bus to take me

Closer to my home, my heaven.

I smiled at mom and thanked the climate

For entertaining me during my lose, finally

I thanked God for yet another beautiful page

Being added to the book of my life!!!

My Bro

I love him loads despite

His unpleasant behaviour;

That which he exhibits

And always feels proud for owning it.

There is nothing special about him

Yet there is that friendly warmth.

He rescues me from depression

By cracking the sickest jokes possible.

 He is a go-getter that way, I believe,

For his jokes achieve the goal – My Smile.

I still remember, though vaguely

The day I learnt I am having a lively doll to play with.

I prayed to God for a brother,

To my surprise and to ascertain my belief of His existence,

I was blessed with a young PLUMP BROTHER,

My first child, I call him.

The moments we spent in childhood

Are blurred to the eyes.

Nevertheless, the footprint it left then

Still is as clear as crystal.

Fights and arguments did ensue between us,

Dint last more than period of a second though.

The most cherished are the after fight moments,

We wiped the tears of each other.

He has not grown much though,

Behaves the same way -

So muddled, ragged in his everyday chore,

Just not grown enough an adult - to my dismay.

All my dislikes are towards his behaviour,

Hence, it doesn’t stop me from loving him

The same way as I did back then during childhood

And it shall only grow more with decades to be spent.