Butterfly

Beautiful eyes..
Nice and glittering...
Like a wet butterfly fly and fluttering....
Those long shiny earrings...
Like jewels of mighty king..
Smile so pretty and calm...
Feeling Like a snail crawling on pal Glossy Hairs.. Black and dark...

Snow-white

There is a spotted mirror on the wall
In front a Girl...who's the fairest of them all....
Mirror shows the girl in woods...
Cottage of dwarves with precious goods.....
Eyes like melted chocolate...
She deserves a better mate..

Lips ... Wine Dark red like blood ...
She should fly high like a thunder bird...

Hairs dark and black like ebony snake...
She is soo cool like a frozen lake...

Logo ne samjha tha mjhe ki mai ek gulab hu....
But wo kya jante the k mai ek  kanta hu...
Jisko chubha uska hi hogaya..

She got drunken eyes..
And she is still struggling how to fake smile...

She wants to be happy.. She wants to glow...
She is a beautiful stream of water so blue..
With some stones obstructing the flow....

the lost childhood...

the lost childhood…

i m missing …

digging deep pits in the  marshy land, 

making palaces high and cool with the sand…

the paper boat, and the poor scooty in the rains..

the swimming pool better than natural by choking drains..

the lottery ..

when a 2 rs coin come out from the piggy bank, 

after struggling with  a pin for hours behind the tank

watching alif-laila, shaktiman and cartoons..

that soothing sleepy nap in the afternoon..

the toys and the games..

that super mario and tekken three…

stealing guavas from the poor man’s tree..

sometimes sack sometimes frog race,

every question paper seems to be a maze……

i don't want to go to school…

that morning excuse of stomach pain…

feeling high at cloud 9 when its morning rain…

that 5 rs with that small tiffin box in the recess,

we figured out that school bell is the biggest mess….

so much of time..

watching flying planes in the sky,

struggling to knot that usually long tie…

counting  those twinkling stars in the night,

the food, and my mothers tiny cheesy bites..

the crazy evenings..

making painting on the wall, 

climbing trees big and tall…

chasing the butterflies kites and all along….

wishing summer vacation to be  just 10 months long..

i m missing my old days….

the game of hide and seek,

that night out stealthy sneak..

that plastic stun-gun, crazy ball and  football…

there was no markers and no roll call..