Metamorphosis – The little bloke


It knew not how to be born,

Yet it broke its way through the shell

On a wicked branch it crawled its way

A lavishing leaf it could tell.

 

Crowning his way amidst the fear,

Dreading to be consumed!

He took his hundred steps together,

His fate was un-assumed.

 

It grew and grew and seasons stayed

Untill one day he froze,

‘The End’ is that what it was ?

Or was it just another prose.

 

His heart began a slower pound

And harder grew his cocoon

A parched leaf was his final ground

He knew not the Sun or Moon

 

Change was constant, life was not

Nobody told him this !

What next? was next and bed was hot

Wonder what he would wish?

 

Tough times as they were then

he started sensing his beat

Now he could hear the chirping birds

and he could feel the heat !

 

Soon enough a ray of light

made it to his eyes

a herculean hole lay ahead

but he had to rise!

 

He pushed and pushed till he could breathe

and hours felt like days

He was now a different bloke

and different was his ways

 

He walked not but he could fly

a different world he saw

He had his pain and found his pleasure

He then called a draw…

 

 

Yes, its love…


What is the feeling,that keeps you awake ?

Is it not worth keeping,all wisdom at stake?

I wonder how or why could one stay afloat?

If it was not for this one tugboat!

 

It was just an intuition on the onset,

As time flew by, it was the only happiness I could get

Everything else seemed so bleak

Like food with no salt, my knees too felt weak.

 

I would often wonder, why should I walk this route?

Somehow I never saw, the bagpiper with her flute

We met and we dated,going back home we hated

Time spent with her was my only loot!

 

As days went by it wasn’t a petty game anymore

Life’s sole purpose ,that is what it had become

If it dint work, I knew I’d be numb

But as they say about kids and toys, even love has a lot of decoys…

 

As soon as I had it, I began to re-think

When things went nasty, none of us would blink

How so?, I kept thinking, feeling low all the while

 

It is through this pain that I found the real gift of Nile

Like water you should be, agile, swift, flowous and clear to me

Ever caring, real, transparent and happy to forgive

With both joy and sorrow is the only way to live

 

When it comes to love, words do fall short

It is not a picture for me to distort

I would leave it for you to gauge the trend

Remember its power to make all rules bend…