TOMORROW?

I pause and look at the colorful butterfly flying around,

It has such a short life, but is colorful, and absolutely unbound,

The flower that blooms in the morning, fades away before the sunset,

Its fragrance and beauty gives many a tired eye some much needed rest.

The beautiful soothing wind that blows, 

Sometimes turns into a tornado and destroys everything high and low,

In this transient life nothing remains forever,

Why do I then fret over time and keep looking yonder?

Tomorrow is a time where I will never be,

As it is a moment which I will never see!

Acceptance of "now", "this", the moment at hand,

Acceptance of bliss, beauty is like a magical wand.

It will make my happiness known to all,

Sorrow and sadness will surely go away without making a call!

WOULD IT HAVE BEEN FINE?

Sometimes I wish I was a boat,

Then I would move freely just keeping afloat,

Nothing to bind me,

Nothing to confine me,

A boat without an anchor,

A boat without an oar,

Just moving on freely,

In the direction of the wind,

Unmindful of the waves, or of the stones,

 Or of the people waiting on the shore,

What a wonderful free life  would have been mine,

If only I was a boat ,

Everything would have been fine!

THOSE WERE THE DAYS!

As I look at my little grand daughter sketching away so intently,

Time stares me in the face.

I realise with a jolt that one day long, long ago,

I was as little as her!

There were brilliant stars in my eyes,

I only waited for an appreciative look from my parents,

Looked apprehensively at my brothers who looked menacingly at my creation,

Not that they did anything to spoil my work, 

Yet I was scared, what if...

Those moments of complaining, of fighting,
Of bickering and sharing,

Those days which ended as soon as they began,

The wish for a morrow, the fear of past shadows,

Never ever heard of that! 

One never regretted anything,

One never worried about doing anything wrong.

Life was lived without prejudice and preconceived notions,

Day turned into night and one just woke up next day,

Like a fresh daisy,raring to go,

There was no hangover, no sorrow, no fear,

The only fear was if one had not done one's home work.

What blissful days, what happy times,

Childhood...you were the best time of my life!

Every time I look at a little girl walking fast trying to keep pace with her dad,

I remember those days of fun, books, and my favourite Golliwog,

My Monaco biscuits and 2 toffees,

My Cadbury's chocolate from Prince Store at Abid Road in Hyderabad!

What fond memories of days gone by!

Sometimes when I look at my grand daughter, I see the same me

In her eyes!!