Pattoos!

Here I am,
Pining for you;
Your constant chatter,
The pitter patter of your feet;
Your love in the mornings,
Your little snores at night.

I miss the free
Hugs & kisses…
Who will I share,
These new stories with?
Who will I play with,
Every evening?
Who will I do,
A family walk with,
Every night?

My baby…
You are the constant
In my life, I’ll never
Want to change.

Even when you are gone,
I just close my eyes,
And I see your loving,
Big eyes, with that
Glint of mischief. Ah!

I love you baby.
Not because you are,
My little girl, no!
I love you,
Because you are
My companion and friend,
Everyday…
And you let me be,
The same, for you.

Optimism – or Just Escapism?

The sun is bright today,
It’s a totally new day.
I stretch and wake up;
Wake up to music,
Wake up to silence,
Wake up to words.

Excitement and anxiety,
Tug at my heart.
I just know you are out there,
Stretching like me,
Squinting at the sun,
And making a silent wish.

I continue to wait,
For that unseen dream…
To walk into my life,
And break the monotony.
You are today,
My unrealized destiny.

The thought of waking to you,
Keeps me going.
Today, once more,
I am stepping into the world;
My journey, I know,
Leads to you and you alone.

Shake me up,
When you find me…
Maybe you’ll find me
Asleep, dreaming... of you.

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Sitting on the forest floor,
The lone seed wondered,
“Am I the one,
Who’ll be the tall tree?
The pride of the forest
Will I be?”
He sat there alone,
Dreaming of things he would see,
Over the clouds and over the hill.
Lost was he, in his reverie…
When a little rodent,
Scurried toward him and,
Ground him with his front teeth!

Self Destruct

The mountain, he stood,
Tall and mighty,
Looking on, at his world,
His people and his rivers.

The rivers, they took
His soil and his rocks.
He had nurtured them long…
Now he patted them with pride,
As they flowed to their destiny.

The people, they foraged
Through his forest and his water.
Now he turned to pat them,
But they stabbed him,
Stabbed him in the back.
Stabbed him hard!
He could no longer bend,
Even to pat them.

He bled a slow death,
Eroding and withering;
Age didn’t make him stronger.
He was losing all his might,
Till one day he was no more.

And the people, they lost
Their road to their destiny.
The road was lost,
It had once passed,
Right over the mountain.
But the mountain was no more,
The mountain was no more.

Little Steps

The little girl,
She spun her dreams.
Waited for none,
Chased them alone.

Her heart knows,
What she needs;
Sure of herself,
She seems.

Her dreams are big;
Not of cars or,
Large mansions as such.
Her dreams have people,
People she can trust;

Her dreams have a world,
A world that’s happy;
A world that's sad.

A smile on her lips,
All the time,
Brought on by her dreams.

The world waits on her,
While she walks on…
Realizing her every dream,
With that smile still there.