mechanisation

I fold my hands,
And beg;
To feel a drop,
My skin, craves!

Its mind denies;
When machines think,
The tap is no more,
Automatic!

I'll think and find,
A cure for thoughts,
No more it should spread,
And I'll make them-

Mindless machines!!

help in need

Too short I am,
My fingers barely reaching;
I stand on my toe,
Still its too high.

I cry for help,
Victim of 'heightlessness',
There came a man,
To see the child's cry.

Took me in his arms,
Made me reach the bell,
And I ring;
And I ring.

He asks:
"Now what?"

And I whisper:
"Run...!!"

a different dance

Pages waltz,
Unread, to the breeze,
And I, droop

--
25/o5/2oo8

Journey

Sitting by the window,
To a destination unknown;
Nodding to the rhythm,
Of the train's clicks-and-clangs.

I can feel the touch,
Of nervousness in his glance,
Staring at robber soul,
Sitting by his luggage.

A sky so grey,
Like an over-washed rag,
I travel past places,
Glinting at faces.

Closed gates,
Long queues,
Honking cars,
And men-
With wiped off smiles.

Cradled by the motion,
Lullaby of the train,
A tranquil sets in,
And I, fly my dreams

Yet again...

PS: Image with due regards to the respective owner; not under the blog copyright.

Wet Feet

Standing in the stream,
Parting ways behind my feet,
Flows past me, kissing,
A gleeful reunion
And stream flows on, unhindered!!


PS: Image with due regards to the artist, not under the blog owner's copyright