An elegy on the death of my beautiful desire.

Sitting on the road of a crowded space;
Doing things that are out of place,
looking around for the playful look,
stared back by a treacherous crook.

Whispering in an attempt to protect my voice;
its wasteful with an overtime working noise;
beaming kids running with joy;
But my eyes fixed on an emotionless boy,
partner in this woeful times;

We both are victims of heinous crimes;
He,i heard had lost his father;
And i my beautiful desire,
different reasons but same effect;
wish i could be more bold,
Wish,my burning tears could be held;
trembling lips only murmur for true justice;
Insecure,Troubled,Stressed and haunted;
But the perfect words never crossed my mind;
because there was nothing in there...
Only you,My beautiful desire,
I am still sitting on that very old chair;
preparing a suitable epitaph;
But every time i complete it a new desire dies;
Irritated,Agitated,frustrated.
I again start writing;
but when will i stop;
No one knows?
or does someone.

My sweet mother.

Nine tideous long months of journey you travelled;
Through deserts,mountains and oceans.
With every passing day your pain increased;
But you my mother kept laughing.
I was naughty as well as unkind;
Kicking at the belly thinking it to be a wall;
But you were neither angry nor frustrated,
Instead you prayed for me;
During the night when every soul falls asleep;
You stayed awake, shrieking,crying yet excited;
To see me take my first breath;
Until i was a part of you,
There was the umbilical cord;
Which joined us!!
But now when i have arrived in this world;
I am still attached with you;
My mother,
through the tears.....
Tears which fall on me during the time most people are dreaming;
Staying by my side when i sleep;
Crying for my better life when i laugh;
Fasting for me when i fall ill;
Ready to give up your life for my long life;
Your shadow protects me from the sun,
your vermilion covers me from the wintry cold
I wish i could be with you for eternity;
My mother,guardian,my soul.
You are the one who is my second god;
And as for god himself,
I love you and pray you my lord;
for you have created...
My sweet mother!!!


N.B:FOR MY SWEET MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY....