If I were a drop of water

If I were a drop of water…

I might split into two,

Or get merged into one!

If I were a drop of water…

I’d rest on a leaf,

Or get absorbed by the roots!

If I were a drop of water…

I might get evaporated,

Or submerge into the oceans!

If I were a drop of water…

I might play in a child’s hands,

Or might be used in a science experiment!

If I were a drop of water…

I would be transparent inside out!


The cube!

A little cube it is,

But it may be a havoc when rolled!

With the battle being tuff between all the distinctly coloured piece tokens…

Ohh all the screams that come after,

When the snake gulps it down!

And yeah the teasing that follows; while climbing up the ladder!

There is someone cheating,

While the other playing with full determination!

And still another praying for a number probability to win!

Some gang up and bully the other,

Plotting and observing each move!

Oh its a game that lights up the room…

With the dice being in the limelight!

And spreading joy around!

If I were a Swing

If I were a swing,

I’d patiently listen to the stories of those that swing on me…

Some happily swinging in joy,

While some bumping with excitement!

Some having deep talks,

While some making love!

Some might be just little children,

Who would fight to sit on me!

With all innocence push each other,

Sing and play around me!

When all my romans are gone…

I’d talk with the slides and the other swings,

And gradually fall asleep.

If I were a Pillow

Humans name it ‘Pillow Fight’,

But “O! Ouch, I get hurt!”

They hug me tight when they weep,

And tighter when they are happy!

I have seen them sobing,

And conveniently answering “No, am okay!”

Yes, they come to me at the end when they are happy,

Telling me stories of how it all happened!

O, some of them dance with joy holding me,

“Yay, I enjoy being lifted!”

Am not paid for any overtime…

To serve the Sunday syndrome!

Blankets and beds is what compliments me,

Because one without the other is incomplete!

Joy in the little moments 

The seed that gets it roots,

After surviving the dispersal rush..

The welcoming smile on the mother’s face,

After a hard tiring day…

The smell of petrol,

Amidst the honking cars…

The making of cheese burst pizza,

Combined with the heavenly paneer delight…

A hard sweaty brisk walk,

And rewarding it with a Melting brownie…

Open windows and fresh air rushing in,

Dew drops falling one after one…

Hurrying up only to realise you are late,

Still managing to get into the pre decided train…

Tempting street food on the corner,

And managing to get extra freebies…

Happiness isn’t in the big monetary things,

But the little moments that just pass by…

The beach!

Sand castles with stories were built…

Built with the correct precision!

Games were played and stories were made…

All, with the closest of the lot!

Distances were walked upon…

Walked in the company of the breeze!

O, the beach meant something…

Something so dear to the soul!