The little girl with hot-air balloon

From behind the pane
I watch her move,
criss-crossing her way
for the evening groove

With a bunch of hot-air balloons
red, white and blue
she knocks on each window
for earning a rupee or two

Straining her eyes
she peeps inside
slanting and leaning on the cars
only to be treated with snide

But unfazed she moves on
scuttling to the next in sight
standing tiptoe, she ask once again
amidst the dimming twilight

And then all of a sudden
A red balloon rise
escaping her little fingers
breaking the shackles, it flies

Floating and soaring
It zooms up in the sky
As she keeps staring
with her wistful eyes

The open window in the mist

Anonymous

When life beckons you
and you take a step forward
may the rain run down the sky
and settle the dust,
wash away the mud from your feet
O girl! Don't you worry about the rain
They are just lonely droplets
that waited as dew on the petals
they are just unshed tears
Oh! please don't give them any name.

Scribbles

The world is just like a cabbage
layer after layer, peeling off every moment
umpteen empty faces grasping for breath
jostling for a foothold, running frantically
Who likes tortoise these days,
when like ATMs, stardom kiosk litters the earth
smoke ideologies, rape innocence
be a star or get lost

Umteen worthy people lose unworthy time, doing unworthy things for unworthy people in an unworthy life time.

Glass walls of an ever-changing mind
Every wish succumb, every prayer divine
Flowing river of an empty heart
Every truth treasured, every reason blind

Of white snow and dream ride

I can see them vapourise
blurring in front of my eyes
lost in a white blanket
like moist in my eyes

They look like soft toys
turning into variant alphabets
And then into scribbles
Of my long lost notebook

In a jiffy, I transpire
to a world of wonderland
wandering with my eyes
i witness how the clours blend

I see my snow white dreams
floating aimlessly
blissfully across the horizon
in an ocean of blue tranquality

True colours of love and life
I see, smell, touch and taste
they tell me stories, sing lullabies
And lull me to sleep

Mediocrity
Oh! M stuck from tip to toe
looking for the shore