Keep Walking

I step out in the world every day,

I wonder "to live, there must be a simpler way..."

The loop in which we walk seems infinite..

Keep going straight move neither left nor right!

I still venture out & face the sun 

Knowing that its my day & I am gonna have fun...

"Keep walking" has a great man once told..

It takes some time for the true message to unfold...

Doing things the way everyone wants them done

Life becomes a chore, it stops being fun..

Keep taking every new turn at the nook

Keep Walking hoping that it breaks you out of the loop..

On a few obstacles you will stumble..

And the voice in your head may fumble..

Just keep an eye on the road and on the bends...

I am sure you will meet some friends..

                                

                                                                               ---- WIND

The Need for more.....

With the tides kissing my feet there I stood on the shore...
The water kept coming and I kept wishing for more...
It didn't matter how a tide was soothing & pure…

The next one always seemed to lure…
I was bitten by a bug and the next tide felt like the cure...
The beach was not empty and like me there were plenty
Tide after tide they drank, and they kept drinking till they sank...
The bugs were all around, and they bit everyone they found...
It looked like a pandemic, set to take one and all...
The greed kept growing like a giant big and tall...
It's good to keep wanting if you chose...
But then what you have you are set to lose…
Lost in your greed and want for more...
The time to cherish the sun and the shore!!

                                                                                                        ------- WIND

Have you ever felt the moon kiss you on the forehead,

And at that very moment you wished you were dead??

Have you ever got tired of walking on a rose bed,

And wished for a hand, to have you led??

Have you ever wondered how a perfect life would be,

And once you know, it just evades thee??

Have you ever liked the ends to be left open,

And realized (too late), that open ends meant something is left broken??

Have you ever asked someone to leave you alone for a while,

Yet all you wanted, was that "someone" to stay back and make you smile??

Have you ever loved being alone,
Yet all you want, is to hear that voice on the phone??

Have you ever willingly let go off a hand,

Yet you knew, that it would only strengthen the bond??

Have you ever wondered how many of your wishes are unfulfilled,

Yet you don't stop wishing for more, and keep the wishing-well filled!!!
                                                                                                    

                                                                                                            ---WIND

Face in the crowd!!

I often find myself lost in this crowd,

I am not heard though I am very loud.

I keep seeing those faces which seem familiar,

With those searching eyes and the lost look they all look peculiar!

I wish I could tell one from the other,

They all look like the sons from the same mother!

I keep looking and they keep pouring like water from a cloud,

They come as singles but become one with the crowd...

It really amuses me to see them coming in herds,

How they all dreamt of flying the free sky like birds!!

But it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me...

That I have become the crowd it doesn’t want me to see!!

And now when I look into the mirror it shouts out loud,

It no longer knows me I am just a face in the crowd!!

                                                                                                           ---------------WIND

 

What's your story??

The other day I heard a peasant say,” I got nothing to sell”

I told him “You’re a rich man you got stories to tell!!”

It was then that I remembered what my Grandma taught,

It was then that its true essence I got..

“Everyone has a fortune he should know how to look,

Of one’s sadness and joys one can write a book!!

It’s this book that will show the way and teach,

These are the pearls of wisdom that will really make you rich!!”

I was passing through my town & I saw it frown,

I took time to stand by and look what was going down.

I flipped through its pages,

To read the stories it had collected over ages,

It told me of the small village there was,

And how life was calm like things were put on a pause!!

But then peace and serenity out they threw,

They said it’s important to make space so that the village grew!!

Walking ahead I came across this old tree,

It looked merry and from worries it seemed free!!

I stood and asked,

 “The peasant has his, and the town told me one,

What’s your story it should be fun!! “

The tree said it has many but it remembers only half,

It has only kept those which make it happy and laugh!!

God gave it a memory but it tends to lose,

What to remember & what to forget it gets to chose!!

It’s an unending trail of sadness, fun or glory...

So all you need to find is “What’s your story??”

                                                                  ----The Wind

Why Grow Up?

The Air I breathe feels so nascent,

I look around as if I am an infant,

Why this world still feels new,

I still feel fresh like a dew,

Why is it that I still feel small,

Someday everybody has to grow up after all!!

Why do I hear this child cry,

When all I want to do is give growing up a try,

This child in me refuses to grow up so fast,

Why doesn’t one more day my childhood last??

It feels strange to get up every day and pretend,

Act like grown ups and the worlds on you depend!!

I know it’s difficult to grow up,

But nobody wants the child to show up,

For those few moments’s sake,

All the time, all we do is fake!!

                                                                 ------The Wind.

Vanity Fair

I had a dream yesterday night,

The sky was clear and there flew a kite,

I liked the way it flew,

Attention of big & small it drew,

It mocked the birds that flew past,

Saying compete with me I know you won’t last!

The birds just didn’t care a bit,

Kept flying without taking a hit.

They knew it would only take a change in wind

For the kite to cry and ask it to be kind!

It was not the wind that matters they knew,

The kites had to fear each other though very few.

The birds found this funny and queer,

From our own kind what should be the fear?

They had lived in peace forever and ever,

Fighting each other they could think of never.

The kites were after all man's creation,

They reflected his aims and his ambition!!

The kite though felt proud to be flying high,

It felt the sun and stars are drawing nigh!

But what it didn’t know was the purpose it flew,

The one who held the strings was the one who knew!

The kite flew high in the sky not for jest,

But the real aim of the flier was to be the best.

He didn’t mind how many kite he cut in the quest,

All he wanted to do was to stand above the rest!

The birds found this so ridiculous,

Flying alone at the top seemed so frivolous!

The only one flying high was the lonely one

They would rather fly low

And in a group they would grow!

They felt pity for the kite

but continued their flight,

Coz' they knew it won’t be too late that it would stop flying,

"High or low let me fly" it would start crying!!

                                                                             ----WIND