HeartSinks

When you are left with the last cadbury gem
And the neighbourhood kid, the bully, barges into your room
His eyes popping out at the sight -GEMS!i want it!i want it!
Does your heart skip a beat?

When its raining,you go out near the glass window pane
And collect the drops with your cupped palm
walking back to your seat,dogbert handshakes your's with mrs.wheat's
And when you feel the drops escape without complaining
Does your heart skip a beat?

When you've lent a book to somebody
And you see them carelessly sip from a cup,hot coffee
or when you watch them step out in the rains, jolly
Does your heart skip a beat?

Of being just a spectator when something's spectacular?

Insignificance? Indignance?
To now sometimes feel like you are some kid made to sit in the strands of a stadium,one hand held by a gentle nanny, given a brightly colored ice-candy to hold in the other and being told repeatedly in the ears- "Kid, sit!enjoy! Watch the big boys play the game.Watch them make their moves! Cheer and clap! clap clap clap!".


Do all things except fairy-tales end with a sigh? Or do they begin with a sigh?

Sorry,Mr.Butterfly

This city is sad and has no dead butterflies. So, the other day when i was badly looking for a dead butterfly body, i made a gun of the first two of my fingers,folded the rest and shot at all the dragonflies and flutterbies i could spot.

That night,in my dreams,it rained butterfly bodies.