HOW MUCH MORE.....????

How much more...
can these clouds pour??
Transferring drops from the skies...
to some helpless teary eyes....
Heavens have glutted too much this boon...
Gods...behaving like merciless goons....
Rush to us some shelter..some shade...
Before our dim hopes completely fade...
I know..'You' have a big heart...
but its too much to bear on our part...
May its because of our own deeds...
the fruits we reap of long sown seeds...





How much more...
will the sun glore??
Steaming torsos and trunks...
into charred lifeless chunks..
The 'Green house' engulf the copses..
while lacking O2 choke even corpses...
Fire,oozing out of the loam...
the earth itself will be our tomb...
Time it is to face His wrath...
as the shining stars slowly clot..
May its because of our own deeds...
the fruits we reap of long sown seeds...

THROUGH THE GLASS

Its 7:30 in the morning when you wake up with a yawn;
For summers its shiny,but winters,its still the dawn.

‘Drowsy face,hair scattered’, is as pure as one can be;
Slouchy,sluggish,but you know you have to leave

When you come out of the shower like a fresh lilly,
Looking on,you adore yourself,acting childish silly.

Its an art to learn,when you gracefully brush your mane,
As they float in the breeze,coming from the window pane.

A small altar at the other end is where you pray at ease;
Even the Gods in heaven cant help but be so pleased.

Getting dressed for the day is a long, hard fought fight;
Westerns you may like,but traditional soothes my sight.

Its peevish when you masquerade your countenance;
I suggest to put away with it & prefer sweet casualness.

I watch intently as you blush deep red or turn pale blue;
For me it has been & will always be about admiring you.

Mostly, its quite lonely and dark when you are gone away;
But I know,that you’ll reteurn to me at the end of the day.

I’ve seen you laugh,cry,learn & grow through many shades;
Mysterious & engrossing,you’re the “one” in a million maids.

Standing here,by the wall,at the right corner of your room,
I’m ready to be here forever and closely watch you bloom.

Its just a mirror to you,a mistake I can let go and easily pass;
B’coz you dont know,its ‘me’, looking at you through the glass.