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My Existance

I don’t know when I knew that I actually exist. Some blurred memories, some vintage images, Black and white people in those torn pages. But I remember, when I did cry Outside a store, looking at the toy. Hearing senses will be weaker with passing time But I will still remember those nursery rhymes, Sharing tiffin with friends under the tree, Swings and slides, and games time free. I will see this flashback when I will see nothing more, I would like to live my existence. Can I live it once more?

A Balloon Boy

In a night of glazing light, Crowded streets and hawkers’ treats, People were lost in their talks. Were eating, munching, talking and laughing. And there was a sight A boy came by, Looking as dusty as that street. With his small, dirty finger, my thigh he knocked. The colourful things he was selling Were the balloons that caught my sight. He was pale and light, “Must be hungry” I guess from his breathe. I offered him the pizza in my plate. He refused my offer without being hesitate. I saw his balloons and I looked at his face. “Colourful are the children of his age.” His colours were absorbed by the balloons he sell, Hunger for food made him colourless and pale. He went back and sat on his pal pavement. He couldn’t sell anything, today nothing was his achievement. He was nodding his head ‘coz of sleep on his eyes. I could not bear the sight. I went and put a note in his hand. He got conscious; he put it in his tore pants. I was about t...

Tears are not Rains

When I look at the sun, And I don’t blink my eyes, My eyes get dampen. Though he is not my father Nor I am his son. It is the only moment, They say I cry. But I know I don’t. I have some reasons, when you will ask me why. We were brought up this way, That we only live for today So we don’t care of what is going around. So we don’t bother if dear ones are going away. But we are sad, in isolation we sit. We sob within the heart, and it sounds haunting beats. We cry without a tear in our eye. Tears are not rains that can come again and again. I have saved them for myself. I have saved them for myself.