Of days by-gone

I speak of old days-

Of days by-gone.

The smooth roads,

The grassy hills.

The lovely sunshine;

The endless giggles.

The dancing butterfly.

The innocence of life.

The long afternoons;

The carefree evenings.

That baby’s sleep;

The whims and fancies.

The quarrels and tears;

The making-up and cheers.

The chidings and wonder;

The lightning and thunder.

The little paper boats –

In the dirty rain-water;

Falling sick;

Missing school thereafter.

The ice-cream treats;

Cricket matches on the streets.

The Christmas tree;

The New-year plans.

The if’s and but’s;

The Will’s and Can’s.

The dreadful exams-

The hideous result-day.

The prizes, the gifts-

And then comes May!

New books, new bags;

Old notebooks; new tags.

Friends and foes,

Seated together in same rows.

Only fights; no gossips;

What’s in the heart, is on the lips.

Summer vacations;

Winter break.

By the end of it all,

The room’s a wreck.

All that fun-

And much more.

Double it all;

Still there’ll be some in store.

‘Coz I speak of old days-

Of days by-gone:

Of smiles and laughters ;

Of never-ending dawns...

Not easy.

No. It’s not easy.

It wasn’t supposed to be.

But You have got all the weapons;

That your battle will ever need.

You wait for the right time;

You feel it isn’t now.

But this is what you’ve got,

That’s more than clear and loud.

The roads never do the walking.

The paths are always sought after.

I ask, who tames the camel;

Other than its own master?

No matter how much you’d like that;

Life doesn’t come with a manual.

Sad, the expenses come daily;

Appraisals? Only annual.

So stop waiting for that instant-

The moment that never might come.

Live this second utterly.

Leave behind what’s done.

Put into action, all your energies;

And fruits will eventually bear.

Hope, perseverance and good-will

Can overcome every fear.

And when all apprehensions evaporate

You only have yourself to defeat.

As some great man said,

And I only dare repeat:

“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.” 

I write to You

Every single day, I write to you.

I write to you a million letters.
Each letter with a billion words.
Each word with a trillion feelings.
Each little feeling, with a zillion heartbeats.
I write to you, about the alarm that did not ring;
That silly key that I forgot to bring;
The door-knob that targeted my hand;
That stupid presentation that I could not turn grand.
I write to you, about my favourite chocolate;
The song that’s been in my head, of late;
What divine-good healthy breakfasts do;
Which colors look really good on you.
I write to you, about that friend who ditched;
My friend’s view on the seven-year itch;
The argument at home that left me upset;
That unkind word that caused so much unrest.
I write to you, about the season’s first rains;
The first raindrops that struck the window panes;
The growing fondness for changing seasons;
And other trivial things I need as reasons -
To write to you and let you know -
That you are with me, everywhere I go.
And as I write to you those words,
I wonder if you’ll ever know..
About the million letters I write to you.
The ones i never did show..