Little walks


Brisk walks,

No talks!

Feel the breeze,

Soothing music,

Shut the world!

Deep breaths,

Numerous thoughts,

Jolly heart!


If I were a Windmill 

If I were a windmill…

I would spin a little faster,

Chase the clouds,

And enjoy the breeze!

If I were a windmill…

I would be a little colourful,

Hopping up and down,

To adjust with the wind!

If I were a windmill…

I would chirp with the birds,

Say hello to the aeroplane,

And sleep under the open sky!

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!

On some days, I have nothing to give you…

Nothing that I can comfort you with…

Nothing of close companionship or of friendship,

I cannot hold your hand!

I am lost, terribly lost in another dimension…

I will seperate, I will distance,

And tear apart!

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!