The Way of the Life

Those smiles of sadness

And tears of happiness,

Whispers of care

And shouts of despair,

Are the monologues of life.

Those meaningful relationships

And meaninglessness of hardships,

Passion of the positivity

And negation of the negativity,

Are the acts of life.

Those expected pains

Coming of the unexpected gains,

The parting of ways

And finding a new one on some days,

Is the way of the life.

The Mother & the Son

Today I saw life

At the corner of the street,

Exactly at the spot

Where the two roads meet,

The one of happiness,

The other of strife.

Here, I saw a suckling cuddled

In the arms of his mother,

‘The lady of the street’.

Their thin black frame huddled

Together, reeking of despair and bleakness

And painting a sight of decay and wither.

But today I found hope,

At the same spot

Where those two roads met,

One of happiness, the other of sadness;

It was in a song that the mother sung,

Against the dull backdrop

Of the gray wall.

Kiss

I hold her close to me,
So close, so near,
That we cease to be
Two different entities.
I cup her face,
And draw her closer
In a tight embrace.
I look into her deep tender eyes
And try to imbibe her tender sighs.
I wait for a moment,
Perhaps a slight lament,
But I brush it off and plant a kiss,
Upon her tender, budding lips.