"Wrapped"

Wrapped in white cloth,
Closed in a wooden box,
You come like a King,
Yet you don't command!

The little thought of a pure heart

Have we ever wondered what a child imagines the world and people around him to be like? I guess not. In a world too full of 'life made easy' things, I believe we have no time to even think of what we want. Do we want ourselves to have a monotonous life governed and controlled by the click of the non-living mouse or the ring of an instrument singing out loud? Do we have time to remember that we had once been happier to have nothing; when we were kids of age 3 through 5 we did not even bother to eat at times. Let me not generalize but I never bothered about anything.

I remember those days when my mother would give me a glass of milk and I would say a big NOOOOOO; when my brother teased me and I fought him back; when I loved to play the sand and the mud. I know I sound kind of irrational, but it is true; we are not ourselves anymore. We grow up to be fine kids with a good determination to have a decent job, become rich, have a car, own a house and be comfortable in life. Have we ever looked back at our lives and counted the number times we hurt someone dear, the number times we have said NO to a mom's dinner, the number of times we had forgotten our parents' anniversary or the number of times we don't happen to listen to anyone.

You may be thinking I am crazy. Hey! but look at me. Writing a blog with a laptop in hand and the mouse to maneuver. I have started thinking.........

"Return Not"

Mighty the total injustice,
Solitude the adjusting destiny;
I walked seeking,
Seeking for the only star,
Blowing with stormy winds.

Branches have come by,
Breeze of cool life bringing has blown,
Yet the little brook,
Gives itself a tiring break.

Blooms of gardens,
Glows of dim lights,
The shimmering of those little lights on the waters,
A calmness so soothing.

Long times of togetherness with oneself,
They are gone and gone,
With the residue pain of
Never Returning.