Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall.

Dunno why i suddenly have this nursery rhyme playing in my mouth over and over again. But i need to kinda reword things here

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall,
broken humpty put his blame on the wall,
dumpty did not see what it was for all,
did he not try the balancing act,
realising not where was the fat,
he should have been wiser for sure should have been dumpty,
and seen his head was all but empty,
thanks to thee the fall was not bad,
but humpty is a little sad,
pray for humpty that he may,
rise again and not bow in dismay.
for humpty dumpty is to climb another wall,
and again go through it all and fall,
coz humpty dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall.

adios
chaos

Eyes

To the One
Eyes full of mischief,
eyes full of laughter,
eyes to cause every heart to flutter,
eyes with an innocence, of the dove that flew,
eyes with a warmth of the spring air that blew,
to change the face of the cold earth due,
eyes with the fragrance of a thousand wild flowers,
eyes clear like the sparkling brook, with the black of the sky,
and the white of the clouds,
eyes deep like an ocean,
eyes mystic like an abyss,
the beholder hath a magic,
that charms an old rustic,
eyes that mirror the pretty beholder,
may the shine stay forever and ever,
the persona grow stronger and better,
to conquer the dreams that the eyes reflect,
and make every one come true with a zest,
a prayer a wish for the beholder,
that comes from miles yonder.
Eyes.

Polka Dots

Polka dotted pyjamas colored pink,
could they ever make me think,
put me completly on the brink,
leave me without food and drink???
and yet today, the polka dots,
as i call them have brought,
a state from which run i cannot,
it all began on one sunny friday,
with me and my freind chatting away,
when suddenly to me it struck,
the polka dots might have gone bust,
leaving their owner in the dust,
i asked my freind if she was aware,
or a part of the conspiracy that was dared,
she said she knew not what i said,
was upset with the whole episode instead,
so dear were the polka dots to her too,
so a search we decided to do,
from BOM to BANG,
to the revered land,
the best of agencies the best of the troops,
marched with us boot to boot,
countries and lands we traversed,
in the search that cost us dollars,
we had no luck we had no success,
but give up we could not,
the future rested on our search we thought,
and then came the big judgement day,
when we thought we had found our way,
the dots had been spotted at a strip miles away,
However elation was not to be,
it was rumour we were made to believe,
but we know thats not true,
there were there for a moment sure,
but like the mystic who comes and goes,
they vanished without any show,
leaving their admirers on their toes,
Till today the polka dots remain,
a treasure we searched in vain.
and yet now sometimes at night,
i wake and look to my left and to my right,
coz the dots call up to me to come and see,
in all their resplendant glory to thee,
its a mission that start afresh i must,
find the polka dots i must,
will you my dear freind lend me a hand,
to restore the old glory to that band,
of the good old Polka Dots.

The Day After

Day After,
A city shell shocked,
a fabric shattered,
by nature & by godmen,
and now by terror,
a heaviness in the air,
of frustration and despair,
a pall of gloom,
and impending doom,
the cries so far,
ears they jaar,
heart they rent,
a why i ask,
and yet in all this dark,
i see a light,
of the spirit that is human,
a guiding beacon,
the defiant silence,
the will to fight,
and stand upright,
and while at it to help those one might,
of few words more action,
the mob that helped,
its limping back,
it will come back,
a prayer for the bereaved,
a wish a desire,
let us spare,
the wrath so dire,
a wish, a prayer for the ones gone,
and strength to those left here,
Amen.


p.s.- dedicated to the innocent lives lost in yesterdays terrible blasts in Mumbai. May the souls rest in peace and god give strength to those bereaved to bear the loss with strength.

The Sunset

As the rays of the setting sun,
prepare to say goodbye for the day,
they stop, they halt and listen to what she has to say,
her voice is music, her face brings a cheer,
the rays beg the sun, let us be here,
this moment is one to savour for ever,
the sun says come again with the moon,
and shine on her that her radiance may,
spread cheer and happiness on all with her today.