I want a day.

I want a day.

I don’t need any similar day.
I wouldn’t like to simplify the day,
Nor I would like to glorify the day
But I need a day.

I’m so mindful that this day should come along my way,
furthermore; it should carry away my woes.
It should be the day I dearly waited for.
I need this day.

I want to make most of the day.
I deliberately want this particular day.
I badly need this day.
I want today.

When will the road‘s get polished?

While I was at the school, it was a routine that, I got caught for not polishing the shoes.

Taking a schoolboy’s excuse, actually it was not my fault. I’ve to speed a long way from my home to the school. (1km was a little too long then) Trudging thorough the pothole filled road was almost equivalent to taking part in a mud rally. After Shock absorbing the path; when I reach the school, all the white things usually got yellow-balanced.

Unaware of these entire hardships, Paul sir blows his whistle signaling a mandatory lap around the football court after the morning assembly. Panting and scuffing down to earth, I and other ’victims’ disperse to the class with one big twisted ear. (The story continued, both pair of ears got equal chance to grow bigger than they thought)

Almost a decade and half after my morning marathons, twisted ears, and unpolished shoes; I’m dumbfounded to recognize the stunning fact that my ‘race track ‘is still unaltered! I only want to know whether Paul sir is still blowing his whistle and making Olympic track contenders, unknowingly.

How about planting a red rose, together?

“How about planting a red rose, together?”
The text was missing from my inbox;
No, I didn’t delete it.
I don’t know where to it got disappeared?
How I’ll find it? I don’t have a search button either!
Somehow I have to find it,
It was from my beloved’s heart.
I won’t let it go.
Oh! I realise by now, ‘all it was a sleepy dream…’
“How about planting it in my next morning dream, together?”

MY MOVE.

I’ve no other Dream to invoke me,

I’ve no other Happiness to inspire me;

My inspiration is my Dreamy Happiness.

All it happens once for a while,

To take back all that happened for vile.

I’m inspired to rebuke me for the reason,

I wasn’t I am.

I’m inspired to revive me for the reason,

I’ve to be I am.

On the groove, I’ve to impel MY MOVE.

Slow or Fast?

When on a Walk we follow a normal pace, it is we who decides to walk slow or fast.

Windy Act.

Wind blows out the fire but at times it makes the fire fiercer.

HOPE.

The Wind has left, some leaves fallen, the rest of leaves hope a wind never struck soon... they hope, so they live...