Sand on the road

No now,
not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The streets are muddy
And knees are wading
Wheels and tyres parting
Water into two
But not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The road must be treaded
Time stays of essence
How to go about, when
there's sand on the road?

Breaking may kill
Spirits more than lives
What must be done, be done..
There's sand on the road..

My Precious

I roll up my sleeves and walk to you
You shine, black and sleek,
My Precious

My pulse rises as I walk to you
My nerves are a wreck,
My blood pumping faster than horses

I cast a look at you, My Precious
And you seem ready too,
To send a shot of adrenaline down my spine

A can of golden drink you devour
And send soft wind on my neck

My hair abandon the knot
The band, the scarves and all
As wind starts flirting with my hair

My blood rises and wind kisses me
As I go ahead, unhindered by you,
My Precious

I go where the road leads me,
And the path goes where I lead it...

Don't ask me questions, My Precious
For I won't answer anyway
My rebellions and me are out there

I stare at crowds and they stare me back
But none can stop me now
As I snake my way out, tactfully

If it weren't for you, My Precious,
Wouldn't the road be drab?
Just dust and concrete, mud maybe !

Now now, My Precious,
Don't throw tantrums, my dear,
For I love you much more than others..

Don't you fake chokes and coughs, baby
Don't you fret and stand still..
I love the road but you love it more..

Cheat the jams with me and hug me back..
Let's get high and let's get going..
The road's waiting for you and me..

Be the memory

Note: The following work is purely non-fictional and the message is purely intentional to a certain person.



Be the memory
That I cherish deep in my heart
That smile that makes me smile

Be the memory
Of the charming man I met
Of the stupid pranks you played

Be the memory
Of a thousand and hundred days
Of an incomplete 365 days

Be the memory
Of a reflected sunshine
Of the Gothic hatred

Be the memory
Of stolen kisses and hugs
And intertwined hands

Be the memory
That's unstained by lie
That's untouched by loathing

Be the memory
Of a charming lie, if it
wasn't exactly meant to be

Be the memory
Of a yellow teddy bear
And of its silly removed heart

Be the memory
Of making me a better person
Of loving me despite my many faults

Be the memory
Of desperate phonecalls
And of my stupid fears

Be the memory
Of a beautiful trial
Although it didn't quite succeed

Be the memory
Of someone who made me laugh
Each time my eyes leaked

Be the memory
The way I want it to be
The way it actually was..

Beautiful.

Motivation

On all straight roads
and all curvy bends,
It's the silent determination
that man's mind lends

A sleep of four hours
tires the muscle well
But mind's awake and alert
you sure can tell

The stomach churns and
an acidic burp rises
No! That won't stop you
if you want the prizes

The sleep that lured
just a minute before
Seems unsuccessful now
for aplenty hours more

You want it, and
you want it real bad
You simply don't stop
if it's your to be had

Daddy, music and sleep

The little girl waited on the doorstep

A mere kid of two

Her mother cooking inside,

Awaiting daddy's arrival..

First came the buzz

Of his white scooter

When the familiar double horn

Then came into sight

His yellow engineer's helmet

Then the watchman moved

And opened the gate..

In came daddy, and she yelled,

"Mommy, Daddy's home!"

His tired shoulders

Suddenly rejuvenated,

He picked her joyfully and

Whirled into the sky..

Mother at doorstep smiled,

At this daily evening ritual..

Dinner would follow now

And then a story 

To their little one..

Each night
The little girl's ears would 

Hurt due to some problem

And she wasn't ever able to sleep..

Daddy's strong arms carried her,

Trying to let the wind soothe her,

The chirpy night to distract her..

But the ears hurt bad,

And she'd cry all night..

Finally he'd turn to his last resort

Taking out a cassette

Turning on the calm music

Patting his dear child

Watching his baby

Slowly fall asleep..

Twenty years later

And distant miles apart,

Cassettes have long gone

And world has changed

The girl still couldn't sleep every night

And she searched that music

In every nook and corner

She upturned shelves

And exhausted youtube

Google disappointed her as well

And on an anonymous day,

She found it one afternoon..

Her joy knowing no bounds,

She waited for the night to come..

For the reunion of twenty years..

That night, she closed her eyes

And plugged in her earphones..

The moment it started,

Her soul seemed rested..

With satisfaction..

Teared welled up in her eyes,

As she transformed back 

Into the little girl,

Whose daddy was patting her off to sleep..

That night she slept,

Even before the music was over..