You Looked.

I Cry and I Cry

I cry and I cry
Tears pouring down my cheeks
Each tear begging for happiness
And one visit from God
Coz down here deep inside
I believe Im wronged
Someone’s been unfair
Somethings been wrong

Its all so hazy
Nothing appears clear…
All I know is that I cry and I cry
And my moist eyes just do not dry.

God sometimes seems to leave you alone
And tears become silent, their hope all gone
And your soul cries out for freedom
The body is a prison dawns your setting wisdom…
Giving up on Gods gift
Surely plays on my mind
But what I’ll leave behind
Always changes my mind

Its all so hazy
Nothing appears clear
All I know is that I cry and I cry
Silently without a wail
Hoping deep inside
Someone hears my sorry tale

Stage Fright

I am in standard twelfth,
That’s one title to my belth.
But am I a perfect person?

Even though I may gather enough might,
Till today I suffer from stage fright.
Going on stage or standing on a podium,
Is as risky for me as holding sodium.
Butterflies flying all around in my tummy,
Stammering all way thro’ , I look a perfect dummy.

I suffer nightmares all night
In the morning my lips are tight
I want to find shelter,
Least I might falter.

With the speech clinched in my fist,
All I have remembered goes into mist.
What all remains is something hazy,
Recalling which simply drives me crazy.

My only claim to fame:
At this time I can put a dance master to shame
For him also that’s not a piece of cake
The frequency at which my legs and hands shake.

Time Goes On

He lies on the deathbed
old and disdained
life ebbing out of him
as onlookers watch on
waiting, waiting

His eyes are closed
his wrinkled skin hanging loose
heavy breathing fills the air
Once so dear
today no one wants to come near
His descendant is about to be here
to all, he is the one who’s most dear

Time is passing by
slowly but steadily
it is passing by…

Suddenly his breathing gets faster
he clasps the crooked chair
his chest pulls out like a pigeon
and exactly at midnight
he breathes his last.

No sooner,
his descendant steps into the hut
and people rejoice
But we all know
he was too late
And he had to be. . .