My wings, heavy as a rock,
Pushes me down as I lift,
And try to fly alone above,
Below is the deep dark sea.
I turn to see if I got company,
Alas! I find none but darkness,
Hope in eyes and a heavy heart,
Flap my wings that are so wet.
See a dark rock away so far,
My heart flutters in despair,
As my little boy will miss me,
And hopes that I will return!
His world is the size of a peanut,
Nothing matters but his family,
Sweats over his son’s journey,
Wants them at home before dark.
Old fashioned but a humble man,
Has done harm to none, but loved,
All his life, giving but never taking,
His deeds are true and lovable!
His day starts seeing his family,
Safe and happy, sleeps peacefully,
Expects a happy home, else slugs,
Pokes his nose in every move!
The devil inside him provoked him,
Made him an obsessive man of rage,
Lost all his savings in intraday trading,
Gave her a tough time, drove her mad.
She stood strong, changed him with love,
Then came the blow so strong to digest,
That he is dying slowly, losing himself,
Yet, she hoped a miracle might happen!
She, a pure soul worked with him,
He liked her for her humble nature,
Proposed and married her happily,
Seasons changed, so did he, cruelly.
Love the way he cycles for hours,
In between the chats and giggles.
My heart falls on my feet often,
When he vanishes round the corner.
Exhausted, I fall on the big bed,
Aah ! I shout as Legos are there.
Wake up suffocated at night,
To find him sleeping on my chest.
Long to see him wake up smiling,
Find myself lonely if out of sight.
Though his tantrums are aloud,
I rather prefer them to his silence.
Dresses don’t thrill me as before,
Money doesn’t matter to me,
Parents became second priority,
All I see is him every minute.
His eternal beauty amazes me,
My heart flutters at his smile,
The same is when he is otherwise,
Everything he says is funny to me.
I laugh and laugh at his tantrum,
Oh! am I becoming mad in love,
Let me not become Narcissus,
Who atlast turned into a flower!
Once sweet, turns bitter,
The morale changes in time,
As all have psychic changes,
That may test the conscience!
Give more, yet demands more,
Not the loved ones are saints,
But are mean, as none is Buddha,
As one can live with no love.
If one keeps the mind focused,
Can find the truth of existence,
Has nothing to do with love,
But can cherish it if found!
It seemed eternal waiting,
As it was gloomy and drizzling,
She thought about him till,
He knocked the door!
She giggled aloud happily,
At his arrival, a surprise!
There was a twinkle in his eyes,
Yet, it faded like a rainbow!
Love can never be forced,
Its a curse for those who wait,
For the love to happen, the elixir,
That may never be found, alas !