Satisfaction Haywire

Satisfaction haywire...

Finding a new way for a smile..

Unforgivably and unreasonably, the clouds have been staying low for a while..

As Always, the shade under the only sun..

This time was no good... yes, this time as well the.. only one...

Seasons have come and seasons have gone..

The clocks ticking.. there is every dusk to a dawn...

Irony, easy to do , hard to comprehend..

A straight head.. No construction.. no bend..

All the help needed.. every-time pleaded

All the help given.. It was enough, a more than even..

Holding the leaves in the gusto air..

There is a limit.. Its a thread and not a gear..

Flower may look beautiful.. but it always comes with a weed..

An empty vase without a weed.. off greed, we neglect the seed..

off which the garden will breed..

Helpless tree.. waiting for a fruit..

Hopeful me.. writing from my roots..

Rain Run Run Rain !!!

The moment water hits the ground.. With an optimistic and unique sound
Smiles all over the place .. yes they are happy and glazed
Reason to drink.. Joy to celebrate.. Grief to share

Rain Run Run Rain , makes it all disappear..

A sudden urge to buy a smile.. While walking down an aisle.
Disappoitment .. Disagreement.. and Despair
Everyone’s there, yet no one to hear

Rain Run Run Rain, makes it all disappear..

Homes built .. Homes destroyed.. Sometimes pleased… Sometimes ceased..
Sad happy …Happy sad… its all there… its not all happy ..its not all sad…!!!
Only breeze no rain…Only Rain.. and all pain
Sometimes cheated Sometimes defeated
Its all here… its all there

Rain Run Run Rain, makes it all disappear..

When a Boy Was Not Twelve

When a Boy Was Not Twelve

Boy when he was thirteen
Wanting to grow quicker and become eighteen

Boy didn’t have nothing to loose
As that time, he’d worn number five for his shoes

Clearly, he grew seeing others
They were good, clever and flew like feathers.

Boy was let down by his friends
He tried hard but couldn’t follow the latest trends

He failed his tests, scored low even at his best.
He’d always been the last option amongst the rest.

Boy liked to play and not to study
Boy listened to music, wanted a girl, he wanted to fly and be a birdie.

Boy was loved by his mother and father.
He was touched by the love, they showered.

Never a scolding, always a tap
Even when he did something wrong, never a slap.

Boy wanted to be the centre of attraction.
Did what he did, always got stuck in a distraction.

Boy never knew he could do it.
He was stuck and couldn’t pull up even a bit.

A Math teacher gave him the confidence
He smiled, got an eighty when he was tensed.

Boy was composed, he’d trusted his folks
He believed in himself, always joked.

Again a math teacher, more like a preacher this time
Taught him discipline, helped him to get in a correct line.

His taste improved, he met people
He found his balance, made his scruples.

He was popular than before, he started to get everything he wanted to.
Good result boosted him, his confidence made him a better person, he knew and flew.

Followed his likings, he played, he heard music.
Mastered it and made a list he could use it.

Boy always had a clique of friends
You know the trends, and then life gave him a bend.

He didn’t get what he urged for
It wasn’t bad but it was sour.

His attitude began to tumble
He’d always been calm didn’t rumble.

Boy was now eighteen, wanted to stay like evergreen.
He wanted love; he wanted to create a scene.

Love he got, it wasn’t a scene.
Though he felt good, but she was mean.

Loci of thoughts changed
Focus moved and he got trained.

Boy wanted to be friendly.
By the time he did, he was in hell already.

Let go, said a special someone.
You blink an eye and it was all done.

Started a new phase
He was fast and by now he’d mastered the maze.

That time his group wasn’t so bad,
It was good, better than what had supposed to be sad.

He was glad and he did it again.
It was something else and something sane.

Don’t forget he had something in parallel
It was something, she was special.

Days end, thoughts converge
This was it, more than a merge.

Dreams come alive
He wanted to earn; wanted to rise.

Boy always had a special touch
She was what he always wanted and she was too much.

Always by his dream as it was so
Praised him, clearly he could see, where he’d wanted to go.

Now, that he has passed that age, as he so wanted to.
Chasing his dreams, and now he is twenty-two.

A story of a boy, as he did it by himself
From an age when he was thirteen but not twelve.