I am Sorry!

It's one conversation everyone of us has been a part of..with different version, of course.. read on..

Him and Her (in unison) : I am sorry.

Her: Never wanted this

Him: Never wanted to see you hurt.

Her: Never wanted to scrape your wounds open.

Him: Never wanted to lose you.

Her: I was crazy to have almost let you go.

Him: I am sorry to have broken your heart.

Her: I am sorry to have blown them into smithereens.

Him: I am sorry to have never seen your love, So clearly.

*LOOKS INTO HER EYES*

Her: So Deeply.

*EMBRACE*

Him: Sorry Princess.

Her: Shh.. Don't be..

*EMBRACE TIGHTER* 

*TEARDROPS GLISTEN*

Her: (Whispers) Let me be yours, forever.

Him: (Barely Audible) Together forever baby, I Promise.

*Bends downs to kiss her*

:(

*Sob Sob*

I want a dog!

Please somebody get me one!

My mom wont let me have one..

She says it will be very cluttery!

Who will take care of him?

I WILL MOM!! 

PLEASE DOGGIE Chahiye!!

*Booohoooo*

I hope SOMEDAY these tantrums work!! :

Come Into My Dreams..

Come into my dreams,

Take me far , far away,

Far from this maddening crowd,

Far from this heartless town..

Come into my dreams,

Take me far, far away,

From this world of ruthless reality,

Somewhere closer to fantasy..

Come into my dreams,

Take me far, far away,

Embrace me tight in your arms,

Shield me, protect me, 

Lead me to  a safer haven,

Hold me like you never did before..

Come into my dreams,

Take me far, far away,

Never let me be alone,

For I may just drown,

In the vast seas of unknown terrors,

And be enveloped, 

amidst the hungry slayers..

Contrary to popular notions and interpretations, this poem is not about some person, or damsel in distress, it's about the plight of the animals living in these times. I wanted to capture their plea, which would only be understood graphically, in their dreams. As we cannot communicate with them verbally..

Just The Tiny Ray..

Tormenting rains,

Gusts of winds,

Uprooted soil,

STILL, the tree survives,

You ask me, but how?

Depleting oxygen,

Damp wick,

And, the last matchstick,

STILL, the candle burns,

You ask me, but how?

8 months pregnant,

Premature baby,

Painful labour hours,

STILL, the mother breathes,

You ask me, but how?

A phone call a day,

The long delayed meeting,

The never ending anticipation,

Of feeling each other's arms, again,

STILL, the lovers love,

You ask me, but how?

3 Years of rigorous study,

Just for one exam,

It turns out to be a bit rough,

STILL , the boy makes it,

You ask me, but how?

Ruthless deforestation,

Untamed pollution,

Unauthorised exploitation,

STILL, the earth blooms,

You ask me, but how?

Crazy Tsunamis,

Destroying Cyclones,

Devastating Floods,

STILL the rainbow spreads it's colours,

You ask me, but how?

I smile,

And ask you to look within,

Within yourself,

Within your pure heart,

And ask you again,

"Do you see the Tiny Ray,

Struggling to shine, 

Amidst all the hatred and negative thoughts?"

That is the answer to your question..

The Tiny Ray of HOPE is what makes the world go round!

That's my message to everyone, that never ever choose Fear over Hope. Cuz once you let fear overpower, never can you win against it. Let the Tiny Ray spread it's wings, and fly, and grow, like the rainbow and provide hope to all those who need it, in different forms and colours.