what do i write about my lil one
cause he is yet to come
he is enjoying in his first home
my womb is filled with joy

waiting for months to complete
waiting for my little one
waiting for his smile to make the world laugh
waiting for his cry to take me over

waiting for the first laugh
waiting for him to hold my hand
i am waiting for all the feelings
that would relate him to me..

hoping that he comes out healthy
and the god blesses him with lots of love
i am still waiting for him to fall into my lap
still waiting & waiting...

desiccated life

Desiccated life

I have heard stories from the past

That love was easier

Time was plenty

And that money was not vulnerable

‘Ignorance’ in today’s time

Makes hatred, confusion,

And many creative engines,

That pushes us to the grave fast

Love can be nothing but adjustments

Time stays in antiques

And everybody has more pennies,

To offer than to save

Regardless of the worthy processions

What regards do we have for our ancestors?

Who once lived the life of kings & queens

With whatever, they called ‘theirs’

Transitions , time to time

Nothing is making us happier

Sadness has become easier

Don’t know why we live for

Taking everything to its stride

The story ends with a map

Which leads to nowhere

But time, money, love & its theories…