Last week went very fast!

Last week went very fast!
No! It was not the only week,
That made me think that way
Yet that was the only week,
It was so for all my friends.

I wonder how that was ever possible.
How will a week go fast for all!

A Father's Sorrow...

Some words out
from people so different
But words they are so common
Clung together with similar
Feelings and emotions

Nothing do they have in common.
Other than they being
The words out from
The father of the Bride!

With tear dimmed eyes
He remained thoughtful
As his daughter
The most precious possession
Walks away from him
On her wedding day

Can letters and words
ever be faithful
To portray those silent
Sorrows of a father

Then it rained....

From the balcony I saw,
The roads,buildings and trees .
With a name tag of “City”
Toiling for existence!

Like a boat in the ocean,
I stood there and gazed.
She hugged and welcomed me
with a hot breeze.

The muggy and hot,
City in summer
Reminded me of a girl,
I met once in the street
The city personified before me
as the girl i met once...

A girl i met once in the street
Whom the world saw
With a tag ”Begger Girl”
Which I could not see!

Her torn clothes,
the tangled hair,
Her cry of hunger;
the cry for help

Clothed in sorrow,
smeared in mud,
Is not this City herself
be that girl!

The far away village I came from,
With hills and fields, serene and happy
clad in green and danced with breeze
With her beautiful locks and smile of innocence

With singing birds on wild weeds,
The dancing fields, with their beloved breeze
Though with an unimpressive tag of “Village”
Sleeps my village, the child of peace

Another hot breeze swept over me
Brought me back; back to the city.
Our painful eyes; met each other
And tears rolled, down our cheeks

I wished I could, pour on her
A stream of water, to wash the dirt
To bathe her in love, healing the wounds
And to clothe her in peace

Then I wondered; what
A mustard seed like me do,
Just to shed these meaningless tears
On such a vast and wide a city!

A drop of water, trickled on my palm,
And came the Mother Nature,
Shedding on us her love and affection,
With drops of rain and tickling hail storm

Then it rained!
Then it rained, washing sadness down
The city reincarnated as a girl dancing in joy
With her colorful skirt
And a smile on her lips….