The Bird and The Crumb.

"All play and no work
Makes not only Jack
But Jhansi also
A dull girl"-


This was my mother
Complaining about me not studying,
About which I never bother.


To satisfy her
And also because
Her scoldings I fear,
Taking my favourite book
I sat down by the window sill.


The world around was still;
But of course not silent.


From somewhere came a crow
With a crumb in its beak.

Perching on the roof,
Pecking at the crumb,
Checking for some danger.


How surprised I was!

I have always heard,
Crows share their meals.

But today-?!


I complained to my father.
He said-
"Times have changed".

Books

Life's intimate friends,
Who answer me anytime.
They carry me on their wings
All around a whole new world.


The thoughts
ideas
people
in it-


The touch
smell
rustle
of it-


The relief
freedom
liberation
I find-


A music
song
dance
of its own kind-


Life's manifold exquisiteness are unfolded,
As I cuddle into its world.

Broken Glass

The past we shared
and the bond we had;
Now is broken.

Scattered in shards.
Jagged.

Not just broken but lost.
Never to be the same again.



The light hurts my eye.

They cut.
Even as I try to clear them.


Blood flows.
But
pain has ceased.


Witht the tears that I shed.