Friday, 19 December 2008


Look! I heard them pour
On the roof with a feeble uproar
Cascading the tiny gaps of the door
Into my mind, away from the shore.

They boiled hotter brimming with doubt.
I wondered what all the chaos was about
They told me they were my problems
And were waiting for a chance to sprout.

I wondered with utmost amaze
Is this my life or just a phase?
I smiled and said “Be my guest”…
Stay for long, this is your nest…

They were more than happy to stay
They troubled me indeed everyday
But I smiled with having nothing to say…
Rather than seeking Mirth,
With them I started to play.