SWEET FIGHTS

Those fights with friends

Over the crushes we had

And teasing each other

About the person they liked.

Those fights with sister

For not listening to them

And not taking an off from work

To shop with us.

Those fights with boyfriend

For not calling all day

And not planning to meet

Because of the football match.

Those fights with parents

On the things we want

And crying in front of them

For not fulfilling those wants.

 Those talks were sweet

And that time was short

 But Love those people

Who were there in the fights. 

AND THAT'S PRESENT!

A romantic candle light dinner

With the person I love

A soft music in the background

With hands in hands

And that’s past!

Walking in the rain

With barefoot legs

Dancing with him

In an unheard song

And that’s past!

Talking in the phone

For long long hours

And the time passes by

With those stupid talks

And that’s past!

Surrounded in a friend’s party

Waiting for him

And there he comes

With a bouquet for me

And that’s past!

Sitting alone in the room

Remembering those things

Crying for that

Which is lost somewhere

And that’s present!

LONELY CHILD

A 6 month old child

Looking at the gates of his place

Longing for his parents to come

With his wet eyes and soft hands.

Time passes by

And child gets older

But his eyes still there

Waiting for his parents to come.

People go and come

Pitying their state

But there is no one from them

Who can take him with them.

And now his eyes are red

As the 10 year is lying in bed

Counting his last days

But eyes still waiting for them.

And now after years

His parents came

Wanting to meet the child

Not there in this world.

And they cry and plead

That this is what they get in the end

And the child still looking at them

With his wet eyes but smiling face.

LOST IN THE WORLD

Walking towards the lonely road,

Remembering the good old days.

Friends have chosen their own paths,

And I’m left alone on my way

The times spent together in years,

Are now all blurred in my eyes.

The laughs, the fights and the talks,

Have all passed away in vain.

But you were supposed to be there,

Holding my hand, standing beside me.

And I’m still waiting for you,

To come and take me in your arms.

And now as I walk alone in the road,

I see a person walking with me.

And I know it’s you, saying it to me,

‘I’m always there for you’.