Camera... Action!

Your captures ... my poses
Your camera be the wanderer... me the bed of  roses!
And both of us together
Would turn the world upside down ...
Screaming with joy even to the lifeless posters
We would fill life even in that world so vitually real...

And tomorrow when the reel we would brush  through
This time would be there in front of our eyes
Your captures... my poses
Your camera the wanderer ... me the bed of roses!

(A poem specially for my dad on his birthday! Happy birthday papa! )

Reminiscent Analogies

My eyes were so fond of light,
That when they saw the darkness...
They blinked many times.
My heart was so fond of pride,
That when it felt the plight...
It ate up all the colours of the light!
My ears were so fond of echos of praise,
That when they heard the adverse appraisals they killed the pride!
My arms were so fond of love and hugs,
That when came the time of lonliness...
All pride and all praise did not even seem worth a while!

And there in the corner of the room was I,
Sitting in the darkness,
Collecting all pieces of broken pride and honour!

But in a tick of the seconds clock thought I,
An infant has to stand up after his fall,
Darkness has to go away for a new dawn,
Happiness has to come my way after this downfall!

Then did I rise,
Wiping all marks of my sad times,
Joining back the broken segments of my heart!
And then did I realise,
They had made me so to fit into the world's piece,
They moulded me so hard into this perfect peace,
That today I stand up again,
With all my scars gone forever!