the boy with the green eyes

Walking down the road, a tyre came rolling on the road,
His green eyes stuck on it, His feet planting prints on the road
With a stick in the hand, riding on the back of the wheel
The sky slit opens her heart and the rain came pouring down
Umbrellas scattered on the road, he kept running behind the tyre
Wearing fragrance of mud,the tyre danced around his waist
his feet rooted in the puddle, he spread his hands and hugged the rain
Aroma of corn cobs filled his nostrils, His green eyes started searching for the bhutta walla
He stood ,with no penny in his pocket,staring at the people munching
The boy with the green eyes smiled and walked back with the tyre in his hand
with the aroma of corncobs surrounding his nostrils...

NARROW ROAD

When the roads are narrow and you can't walk through
When the lights are dim and you can't see through
Remember your first steps...

When the shoes come hitting hard and you are barefoot
When the rains drench you and you hide your tears
Remember the first finger you held...

When the corners of the walls stop talking and you are left alone
When the paper planes start loosing their wings and you start falling down
Remember the shoulders you sat on...

When the world seems like a strange place and you shout aloud
When life starts looking like a grave and you want to die
Remember the hands in which you opened your eyes...

COME TO ME

Come to me I am sitting bare in the snow, waiting for your overcoat to give me warmth.

Come to me my ears have gone deaf, waiting for your whispers to dance.

Come to me my nose is lonely, waiting for the tip your nose.

Come to me I am engulfed in the darkness, waiting for your halo's light.

Come to me I am lying awake on the bed, waiting for your arms pillow.

Come to me cheeks are going bland, waiting for the sugar of your lips.

Come to me the canvas of nails is blank,waiting for your colours to be splashed on.

Come to me the sand has only two foot in it's shrine, waiting for you to walk beside me.

Come to me my throat has gone tasteless, waiting for the taste of your tongue.

Come to me the bricks of my body are tumbling down,waiting for your cement.

Come to me my hair tips are splitting apart, waiting for your rock and roll.

Come to me my car is standing still, waiting for you to ignite the engine on.