Interior monologue..........

Today when I sat to write ,
With sun usually bright,
With my resting on my lap
Something foggy filling up the gap, that lays unknown within me.

Tracking hard on my brain, with thoughts showering like rain, searching for a subject…….
Anything would work, human figure or object
My pen playing in my hand
My feets dug in wet sand,
Enjoying pleasure, feeling glee.

Among the current topics, its hard to select
taking something soothy, would be correct,
shoud it be depicting stern, or be bending like a fern!
But till now I am wondering aimlessly.

After dwelling upon the entire thing….
I heard the sweet birds sing,
I saw trees dancing in passion,
Then a thought passed by me,
I decided to leave for today,
My writing fashion……..
And enjoy nature’s fun.

I know a shooting star!

I know a shooting star!

Lonely I watch the evening sky!
The dullness of the light lies to me,
The lamps on the street are dead!
The bewildered soul, cant find the path ahead.

I trot to plot what I might own,
Missing are the lively seeds, I had sown.
I search for my shadow that’s lost,
Life has charged me with very heavy costs.

My garden now doesn’t bloom,
Heart has been breathing in constant gloom!
Where have vanished the lively smiles
I need some one, I am tired of being alone for miles!

The brown, the yellow, the pink, the red all seem alike
I sense tears, they are ripe.
I look at the adhered sky again,
Eyes see something I cant refrain.

I see a star, that seems to be for me,
As joyous as a flower in glee,
I give a wink and walk by,
And the star is down at my level to share a hi!

It has made a place in pocket closest to my heart,
It fills me with glitters and never moves apart!
I see hope through him, a pot of innocence is on my cart!
A forsee a new beginning, a wholesome start.

The days have passed, star is still with me,
It has come flying by without wings!
Its sweeter than me, and is a lot of fun.
Ok! To summarise, ammmmm……I know a shooting star- that’s you.