Neither all stories are true nor do all have a happy ending. Sometimes we may find a clue Sometimes it is teeth grinding! Life is one long zigzag story - our characters are long or brief. Consider your role transitionary, If destiny is God... time is a thief!
Weekends work as catalyst to incite our hidden craving. Fingers curl into the fist… Umm…chicken wings are enticing! That pizza with overflowing cheese. That burger with French fries. This heart doesn’t feel any unease as good food needs no disguise. Love for food is bona fide – only those who agree understand. It’s so hard to select and decide – cravings do get out of hand. Lucky are those who place the order before they get sold out. But night owls like me have to suffer… Unlucky foodies can only pout!
As I reached my 13th birthday, I learnt Im now a teen. And less than 10 years away, it’ll end with number 19. “Big deal!” I foolishly thought, what might actually change? I was wrong, beyond any doubt, when things started turning strange. Eww, the acne…arghhh…hair growth, where they never existed before! Tragedy covered in layers of loath creeped me out more and more. Crazy hormones did crazier things – I’m sure all of you felt the same. Teenage changes so many things… don’t be fooled by its fancy name!
Hey sweetheart, how was your day? For so many hours you were away. I searched for you far and nearby. I looked for you up in the sky. When I got too tired to search, I rested awhile on that pigeon’s perch. Look, I gathered something to eat and splashed some water on my feet. I’ve been waiting for you all evening. Glad you’re back, my dearest darling! Now it’s time for us to return. Another day’s work is fruitfully done Whether it’s bad or fair weather separation only makes us get together.
I have seen you gazing lovingly. I have seen you silently cry. I have seen you laugh rejoicingly and regrettingly sigh. I’ve seen you change with age. I’ve seen you evolve and grow. Escaping your own thought’s cage, I watched you escape – I know. You and I- we are the same. You’re half and I’m the other half. Still caged in a photoframe, Im just a photograph.
“Do you have any change? I came to buy some groceries. Seeing such a wide range, Im short of a few pennies. Now I need to get a cart to carry the items to the car. They will soon close the mart and my home is quite far.” Will you help a stranger in need if you ever encounter one? Or with certain people accede, compassion is owed to none. Kindness is a rare virtue, if your conscience is still alive. Change might unchange too, if humanity wants to thrive.
Homesick people will know when they find it hard to go. For whatever reason it may be, they just can't beat destiny. Childhood home beckons the heart. As adults we always move apart. Still at times we feel homesick when tedious day plays mind trick. The smell of home fills the mind Memories that aren't left behind Now the first chance that comes by I'll go home if I could fly!
Busy bustle of weekday morning A break between classes A yawn followed by some stretching Putting down sweaty glasses As I come near the window ledge The pool sparkles in the sun A pair of pigeons sat on the edge Having a serious conversation They bob their heads in dissent Preen their feathers to look nice Coo if they luckily assent Flap wings in the water to entice They can talk without words Argue without any sound I love to see the busy birds They never fail to astound