Moments

Moments.

Moments in life are very few,

Treasure them like morning dew,

Once lost they never come back,

Only their essence elates the heart.

School bus, Mom combing hair,

Milk in one hand, and everyone's glare,

Granny asking the school bus to wait till the time I come,

Sister getting my shoes and Dad reading newspaper.

The ride to school like a journey so nice,

Making every road special and every day bright.

Morning assemblies, Principal's note of concern,

And then the day started as the School first bell rang !!!

Lunch time and every lunch box,

Each was special with tasty food and warmth.

Teacher's teaching, every class I loathed,

And yet today I miss that lesson they taught.

Beautiful it was with friends and only time,

Time to grow, learn, crib and still rejoice.

No longer those moments will ever come back,

Life has sped past that phase so warm.

No longer the protection of dad still says-"don't stay out,it's not safe after day"

No longer only books consume my time, my energy and become my prayers.

No longer I get up with a fear to have forgotten,

To complete my home work or to make S.U.P.W. stuff.

No longer I worry about only "Disney hour",

Life has changed, can't say for better or worse.

Now the mornings come with a whip lash,

Killing  competition without rules are the alarms !!!

No mom, no dad, no granny or friends,

Only acquaintances are around, with lot of snares.

No sense of warmth, no love or care,

We are independent with lots of despair,

We have grown up yet we are lost,

This independence is worse than being barred!

Food is tasty minus the love,

Drinks are many with lots of concerns,

Money is a lot but still I'm sad,

May be I'm just human and not a Man!!!

I miss my home and my childhood songs,

I miss my cartoons, games in park, time then spent,

I miss that carefree and troubled life,

When parents were monsters and teacher's their allies,

I miss my home where security was felt,

I miss my childhood when nothing was bad.

I miss my childhood when happiness stayed,

I miss my childhood when tears were shared,

I miss my childhood when life had some flair!!!!!!!!!

Night

The Night is high,

Up in the sky,

Cloaked in stars,

Shimmering and far.

I wonder what she says,

To every star to stay,

She is dark, gloomy in sight,

Yet the stars twinkle, besides her alright.

The moment she comes,

Life sulks, and Stillness arise,

She is left alone,

Juggling the lonely tide.

No companion, no friend,

No lodge, or rest,

She roams berserk,

She roams and sighs...

Why is she the one who is so dark?

Strayed and alone, where did it all start?

Her darkness can engulf every spark or light,

Only the stars lit her up for sometime.

Stillness tease, Darkness barks,

Her drapes are torn, Her hair messed up.

Still she continues to move upright,

As she has to move till bright Morning arrives.

She puts to sleep, herself she awakes,

She lulls the air, and rests the palms.

She pauses the noise, to spread some peace,

Yet herself she is disturbed, with no respite.

She is beautiful, her charm is naive,

It’s not her fault if Black is her Life,

She was born to rejuvenate the breathing kind,

She was made, to witness the dull, and quiet.

The Night thus wonders why her face is not bright.

Why is she feared, why is she not “Nice”?

Why her dress is sombre, grave and wide?

Why is her charm only visible to wine?

She has so many questions,

With no replies,

Yet, she continues,

With her chained feet, to smile.

Shackled to start when the Light resides,

After a beautiful day in the meadows and sunshine,

In a warm house where Happiness dwells,

Where everything rests after a successful day’s ride.

The Night is still, serene and divine,

She is also true, also precious and sublime,

She too shines, yet her lustre mystifies,

She is the loner, who only gives to mankind!