My Ramblings

I Dream too much  I didn't tell anyone  Everyone knew, who Pierced me with with their eyes Because I dream too much...  The world is my playground. So I ran wild.  Swang high,  Fell down  and dove deep-waters Because I dream too much...  I could be purple with pride, and surely orange when I cried may be red with anger anything but my usual black and white. Because I dream too much...  Love turned me into a mush I yelled when liars won't shush I was whatever I wanted.  Pulled off any magic I wanted because I dream too much...   My words were curt  but intentions never hurt.  Meant what I said.  Tricks were unknown.  Only because I dream too much! Sometimes I would own the house of gold.  Sometimes roam the streets with a gamine's soul. Feeling differently I would gauge myself. Who am I and how I can be better. That's why I dream so much! I would be quiet and drab then I would...

21..  20... 19... 1. Anybody would find a dainty looking girl in the middle of a park under a tree counting from 21 and end at 1 only to start again at 21 atleast a bit surreal. But the kid sitting besides me was not. He knew it. "You are stupid! You have to count to 30. You cannot just start from 21." I tried to humor him,"And why is it?" "Haven't you ever been to school?", he retorted, "Is 21 your favourite because mine is 1." "No I was dwelling in possibility", how could a kindergartner understand what I was saying. I wanted to not disappoint the child but nothing else was on or in my mind. He squelched. I hurried to try to explain what I meant,"I let them go to see what stayed. And I continue to wait." "Like birds?", he was quick. The simile applied. But no it was not. The birds are freed with no expectation. I have all my expectations rolled up in the tight grip of my fist with the only hope...

It pains when I am right  nevertheless I am  I know you will leave because they always have One selfishness on my part  On highway you move out the exit the moment  I give you a pass I don't want to see the seethe  in your eyes they often roll down especially when one of us could partake of the mercy so unfound I am not a saint not even close just that fairness is my heart's desire Seeing you down that path  gives me an unwanted hope.  no one has won against the fire  burns and bruises has everyone suffered this won't be same because only one would be emerging from between those flames. I am happy I could do it on my own no help required no mercy plea with God a hurt of you temporary to save agony later what of me another truth in my ledger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                 ...

Two little fingers who would've thought bear all the burden for all our lives interlaced together we promised aloud no volcano no quake could dent it at all I said change was bad and I was scared  what if I and the world fall out of place you said fall no matter where you would  we'll drop together you little poop! You said change is for the world to see but nothing could change the woolly me who ditches who disses who knocks down with no care in our hearts we will carry on We said in the duel with world if faced either will slaughter the world and emerge in its face may be jaded or confused and a wee bit burned we would have shown the power of our term Two little fingers how did we ever think they are fragile and would certainly chink. Must have been the high of day we did measure time on our fingertips .