That streak of pink

across bright blue.

Those white birds,

whose sightings were few.

That soaring eagle,

winked at me and flew.

The tiny sunflower,

closing in; a sight so new.

The last rays of sunlight

giving way to the moon.

and mysterious twilight,

casting memories towards you.

Hello Fellows,

There are people in all our lives who find it funny to always be critical of us. Their fun evening might be a disaster to us and they couldn't care less. And then there are some who feel that their current mood needs to be the mood of the day. Well now, I am sympathetic towards them, and will be there when they need me. But hey, all of us have problems that we deal with and a little fun, a harmless laugh with good food, good beer never hurt anyone! 

This one is to all those who get deeply affected by negativity and feel responsible to make sure everybody is fine, even if it takes a toll on them!

And one day, you will break free!

from that complaint box,

the one always finding faults.

from the always frowning,

the one always criticizing,

from the spoilsport,

the one never ever on board.

you could climb mountains,

you could dive deep into seas, 

you could do everything in the world,

and yet something, there's always going to be.

one day, you'll break free,

and only a feeble background noise it shall be.

don't hold back,

just go for it,

life's just too short,

to be saying "please".

Everyday (SHOU)ThINGs

the wake up call,
the hunger toll,
the irritated tone,
the loving zone.
the attention required,
the leave me alone,
the telling off when busy,
and the call of duty.
sometimes funny,
mostly not.
some leave me fuming,
some, in deep thought.
it's an everyday thing,
it makes my ears ring.
but just one hour,
of not hearing my name,
and i march right upto his nose.
and demand a dialogue, to play.
it happens everyday,
every hour along the way,
but take any one of it away,
incomplete is my day.