How Does it Happen?

Not a letter spoken

But all said and done

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

MOTHER AND BABY

It just exists

And yet She knows

Its highs and lows

Wheres, Whys and Hows

Its like, it was always known

When it requires

A hug, a smile, a touch

Or just a frown

Not a letter spoken

But all said and done

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

SIBLINGS

Parents are taking their case

They just glance and smile

Time to quit their race

They’re playing win-win…

Not a letter spoken

But all said and done

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

BROKEN HEARTS

Discomfort between them

Questions unasked

Reasons unanswered

Yet they know,

When life bugs

They’ll be there

For solace, help

or just a hug

Not a letter spoken

But all said and done

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

ON THE ROAD

I’m driving on crossroads

And he comes in speed

I slow down, to pay him heed

He slows further, asks me to proceed…

Not a letter spoken

But all said and done

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

The Happy Prince

Life is Short, Just a Mile!

Life is short, just a mile

Life is a joke, just smile!

Sometimes you put your heart in

And yet, you lose…

Forget it, put your hair down

Footloose!

Sometimes you do nothing

And victory walks your way

Accept it with grace

Dance to the tune, just sway!

Sometimes your heart beats vehemently for Her

And one day She comes alone with you, says “I like your friend”

Just smile and make way for them

There’s one for everyone they say, this is not the end!

Sometimes She’s just another friend to you

And then one day She says, “I love you”

Just Hug her and say, “Thanks but I don’t think I am the one”

“You deserve someone cooler, someone more fun!”

Some of these moments may seem quakes today

They may seem to burry your dreams

But remember, quakes and burials create diamonds

For small twists and turns, don’t stop your streams!

Years later when you’ll look around

These moments will create a laughing sound

Most of the times, there’s little you can do

Perform your duties at best, live fundoo!

Life is short, just a mile

Life is a joke, just smile!

The Happy Prince.

A Poem

A poem is not merely a rhyming line
For a moment, it makes me yours
And you, mine..

It doesn’t just state “me”
Or that “I can express”;
It says “Listen to me, I can’t suppress”

It isn’t just a statement
Or a list of emotions
It’s a feeling…
To be felt and summoned…

It’s not my reflection
Or me
It has its life in different forms…
For thou and for thee..

It’s special every time you read it
It’s just for you and just for me
For those who don’t relate to it,
Its sheer cacophony!

A poem is not merely a rhyming line
For a moment it makes me yours
And you, mine..

The Happy Prince

Death

You think you matter?

I give you a dare!

Picture yourself dead

Think how many will care!

What will be the things said?

How long will they go?

How many will smile?

How many will woe?

I tell you, all will gather

The worst off will be your mother

Two or three will cry

Rest of them will come for your father

He is the one who needs consolation

How else will they get their promotion?

People will say

“He was a nice boy.

What was his name?”

This is the truth, its not lame!

And the people you call your friends!

They will call or visit to keep their shame.

“Oh! We sat with him in the class

And all that time pass!

He was so boring, wrote poems and all!

Off our backs! Once and for all!

And the women he irritated!

I swear, for this moment they waited!”

And they will go about their daily business

Telling people about your room and its mess

The long hair you kept

And sometimes your room unswept.

No one will talk of your dreams unfulfilled

No one will care it was natural or you were killed

After your father, no one will take care of your mother

Trust me, no one will bother!

Welcome to reality and it’s a jungle here,

Except by will, no one is bound

Whether you exist or not

The world goes round!

Take care of yourself and people who love you

The days of your life and such people

Both are few!

The Happy Prince

Legacy

A man is what he thinks.
His word is a record of his thought.
A record is a memory.
Memories can be passed on.
What is passed on is a legacy.

My words are who I am.
My words are my legacy.

The Happy Prince

Some...

Some emotions are beyond words
Some skies are beyond birds…

Sometimes we must just lie down and feel the sky’s vastness,
Sometimes we must just feel each other’s presence, in silence…

Some defeats are more precious than big wins,
Some sorrows are dearer than joyous times…

First small shaky steps are more difficult than final confident but dangerous strides,
Scary roller coasters are safer than real life’s rides…
Some realities are better as dreams,
Some silent, dark, deep, mysterious wells give more peace than fresh, clear, melodious but noisy streams…

Sometimes you love straight roads, you don’t want them to end or bend,
There are some poems you just don’t want to end…

The Happy Prince