To Become a "Younger Me"

Sometimes i sway away to be a "Younger Me"

the "me" that you would never know

the "me" with the softest of heart & a fresh dream

the "me" full of yearning to be loved

the "me" who thought life was a chapter from "Mills & Boons"

& thought there was no other

the "me" who would feel shy but yet love

for "me" every dream was a flight to heaven

and everyday was a hope

every affair was a love story

& in every love story "they lived happily ever after"

for "me" no other thing could be real but the world as she percieved.

To Give Up All To Become A Rover

What if we were not born from wombs but seeds from the ground?

With no branches or roots around.

With absolutely no heart to feel

And no wound, pain or sorrow to heel

What if we were allergic to each other?

With no family to call our own, no father no mother

And if we were all born brainless

And if this life was absolutely painless

What if we could never ever feel hungry?

And nothing on the earth could even make us angry

Then we had no dreams, no aims no expectations

No trust, no friends, no partners and no affection

No city, no state, no nation, no boundaries

No team, no group, no leaders, no visionaries

If we could fly like birds, go in the middle of the sky to hover

And if we could give up all to become a rover.

No Substitute of Love

You infected me with a touch
a touch of your sight
and i could feel you
see me all over

and then came in
a pat on the shoulder
and i was assured
that i was doing fine

and those cuddley hugs
being loved like a pup
and a feeling of fulfilment
that yes i am loved enough

and those harsh days
when you would look away
treat me like a cold morsel
and about to throw me away

and things falling in place
along with your smile
bringing back all the pats and hugs
as there is no substitute of love.