The Walk

The walk along the road side
when it was dawn and all were quiet
when people jogged and all looked right
was start of the day with full delight                                

The walk along the road side
when it was morning and all bright
when people were ready to face all plight
was the day after the night


The walk along the road side
when it was afternoon and all out of sight
when people busy with the black and white
was mid of day with no time for diet


The walk along the road side
when it was evening and all trite
when people return pavilion to alight
was the evening after the work very tight


The walk along the road side
when it was cool and atmosphere very light
All calmed and ready for the dream ride                                
Was the night soothing and favorite                          

wish

After the day you said to depart
My tears did not obey and rolled down my cheeks,
The ones which you said never should get wet.
Hence I wished you would come to change the decision.                   
      



I sat on the couch staring at the door
Startled at each noise and at each foot step,
where you used to hold my hands and talk for long hours.
I wished you would come to have a look how I am.



Looking at the mirror I again wish to see you
as I do while getting ready for a walk with you,

and you used to smile at my postures and gestures.
I wished you would come to fill my heart with the same excitement.


Every breath I take and every moment I spend
I owe it to you and your love for me,
which is as pure as the holiest shrine so
I believe you will come to fill my life's emptiness.                            

Footprints

   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the waves and the sand
    like the memories of the small steps I used to take
    Holding my Mother's hand.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the crabs crawling on them
    As if some of my friends have stolen my Favourite Pencil intentionally
    And I still long for them.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the sea weeds covering
    I feel the old college days as green as it used to be

    With all the fun and exam suffering.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the dry sand blown by wind                                                         
    And I may not require them anymore but
    I realise those were like milestones I can ever find.