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| Girl holding moon |
I sit here; now and then I can't stop staring at you,
I have sought you out to give a clue, why are you far away?
Can I come near you? My ferocious
mind doesn't have a word to conquer;
Let's move into an era of eternal life
into ecstasy;
I sit here; now and then I can't stop thinking
about you,
You resist; endure all the pains, never see you
sad.
I wonder how you wear a flawless smile all the time.
With your shrewdness, you grasp all my worries; soar it away.
I sit here; now and then I can't
stop mesmerizing to be by your side,
You oughta know how much you're beloved to me.
You are enigmatic and
enchanting; just like a dream come alive.
I am bewildered by the grandeur of your magnetic beauty.
I sit here; now and then I can't
stop falling for you,
Howbeit my eyes move away from you; I feel
obsolete;
As my thoughts get deeper and deeper, let me know.
How do I get you by my side? I'm a bit
confused by your silence.
The day I was walking through the
land of strangers, my mind was disseminated by the ambient scenery and
step-by-step moved towards the monster's land. As I was standing in front
of void deck and stared at those heads who were rushing along the road. I had
been asking myself "where are they going?" Even they didn't have the
time to see who was passing them. I wondered, "Whether they have an
appointment with God?" I nodded and slowly walked towards the place, where
my eyes were witnessing a crowd with an expectation "I will talk with
someone". When I was near that environment, I realized it was a children's
park. 
I crawled my feet into the park; my
conscience had an intuition, like "I'm a bit familiar with this place, and
these people will feel me amiable one". I saw two kids were playing
in the sand with their plastic toys, few of the kids on see-saw and a sibling
on the swing. Before I began my walk, I had a really good time with an unknown
kid who gave me flying kiss even, and it was the reason for the intuition. I
was surprised; none of the kids were looking at me, but all my visual were with
them. I remembered the words of my friend "these people won't talk
with us easily" and told myself, which includes kids too.
When the time I was
moving away from the playing area, I didn't forget to leave my smile on those
candid faces. I thought to go back to my room until I was stopped by an old man
who might be in his 70s. He inquired about me; I was precisely answering
for all his questions without any hesitation. Lately, I was trapped
into his discourse and shot by his series of questions. I knew well; a
good conversation starts with a lot of questions, and I was virtually realizing
it from him. Despite, Initially I never dared to raise a question. Time
consumed, I started to ask my questions, and he interpreted everything in his
own ways and ideas.
He talked a lot
about his culture, people, and lifestyle, told me about his wife, family and
friends. He didn't forget to ask about my religion, culture, and as well about
God. I was quite surprised by that kind of question, puzzled in some way, and I
didn't expect either. He was talking at the regular intervals; I whispered
myself. "Will I talk to any stranger like him?" And sighed,
"I won't". Apparently, I was looking for a talk with anyone
before I started my walk; during the conversation with him, I felt, "It's
enough for today".
Moreover, we were talking for more than twenty-odd
minutes, finally; we were about to leave. He asked my mobile number and
exclaimed: "I was a pastor, and I would like to invite you for Bible
reading, people gathering and so on". I gave my number to him.
However, on the other hand, my mind was filled by happiness as I didn't inform
about "I'm an atheist". When I knew, he was a pastor, I doubted it
might pave way for a debate, but blissfully I didn't tell him. We were tending
away from each other and walked to our place. After some distance, I
turned, and looked at him revived "Whether he is God's man or
God-man"
When the moon showed its face;
luminous stars were fading away
Clouds entwined together to sweep
off, got ready for a riot
The road was impassable thro' the rain; staying away from the drizzle
I creep-ed to the lawn of the
endanger streets; sat alone
A vendor in the street, she turned
her melancholy eyes on me,
I realized a baby girl tangled in her arm; passionately she tried to nourish
She soaked in the drizzling rain;
showed the sign of poverty
And covered the bare head of her
baby; assortment got wet
My torn-mind kept rattling, my
heart popped-out like a snake's head
It was getting dark; the moon tried to hide behind a cloud
I lingered the moon; to show
brightness to her; it cheat-ed me
Thou' I would try to offer a help;
her pride wouldn't allow it.
On that evening, she managed to
sell most of the things
Sighed like drowsy;
she initiated the move to her paradise
I glimpsed through the traces of her
footsteps; the rain stopped
Let my arrow flew to them, I uttered the verse; "It's
going to be a peaceful night"
