RIGHT AND LEFT I WALKED

RIGHT AND LEFT I WALKED
I WALKED DAY AND NIGHT

LOOKING AT THINGS I COULD SEE
MARVELLING AT THINGS OUT OF SIGHT
LIFE IS GOOD I THOUGHT FOR A WHILE
WHEN IN SCORCHING SUN I WALKED A MILE

INTO EVERY SUNSHINE I COULD
SEE SOME RAIN
BEHIND EVERY SMILE
I COULD FEEL LITTLE PAIN

RIGHT AND LEFT I WALKED
I WALKED DAY AND NIGHT

TIRED AND FATIGUED
I HELD YOUR HAND
AS I CRASHED OUT
ON THE BURNING SAND

YOU SMILED AND HELD ME TIGHT
I KNEW IT WAS FOR YOU
THAT I WALKED RIGHT AND LEFT
I WALKED DAY AND NIGHT




CALLED OUT THE SEA
OUT OF NOWHERE YOU MANAGED A SHADY TREE

HAPPINESS FEST

people are nice and people are good
only we should accept them as they would
for there is a world full of smiles and fun
and entry is open to all ,forbidden to none
so come and join me in my quest
treat this as an invitation or request
let us make at least one person happy per day
and organise a happiness fest
mukul

CRAZY AT MIDNIGHT………

CRAZY AT MIDNIGHT………



The clock looked at me rather surprised.
Or was it the clock trying to surprise me
I would never know……


I glanced again at the Clock……
I could see a faint smile radiate out
The hands were moving in an action
simulating a slow clap

It was midnight
I was alone
And missing you…but that does not entitle the clock
to joys of clapping

On the contrary…..
I could feel my temper rising

I reached for my tablet of calmpose
I must control ..I heard telling myself
My hands handed me back a card instead
I found you smiling out of card……

Strangely your fingers pointed
In the direction of the guilty clock..
I could feel your smile touch me
And I could feel my rising temper
Leave me ..bidding me bye
Walk out of my window……

Into my neighbour’s window
I could see him peep out of window
Rubbing his bleary eyes
Asking me accusingly
Why must I be clapping at midnight ?

He would never know..
The joy of knowing that
Pretty soon when I hit the sack
You will join me in my dreams……..
And for a change..
my loneliness can go and sleep alone….

IF THE SKY WAS BLUE.........................

IF THE SKY WAS BLUE……….

If the sky was blue..
As I am told by every one
Getting the blues when you are
Not there with me
Would be but true……..


Because
When you were there with me
I could never see the sky
Nor could I ever note whether
It was pink or blue……..

Whether it was the skies
Or the seas.
It was just reflections of your
Loving eyes


I looked into your eyes
and could feel the skies
touch me…….like only you can
but that was before
you said
…..byes

I wait for you to come back..
Look into my eyes..
let the skies touch me
and I won’t care
whether it is true
if the skies are blue………………

IT HAPPENED ON A COLD NIGHT

IT HAPPENED ON A COLD NIGHT.................

It was as cold a night as it could possibly have been .

The city was reeling under a severe cold wave.TV channels were full of reports ......so many people dying of cold..so many hospitalised...

However sitting in front of TV , with a cup of hot cofee in hand, and the warmth of room ,

i felt lucky.Though the luck did not last long.

.

I could hear some sound behind the TV .

traced the source to the window. there between the meshed window pane and the glass panelled window i noticed a small bird violently flapping her wings in a bid to enter the space between the glass pane and the meshed window.

The glass panes were frosted and cold . perhaps she was looking for the cosy space between the glass panelled window blocking the cold wave and the meshed window keeping the space warmed.I pushed the glass panelled window to allow her access to the cold space.

Though in doing so a cold draught enyered the room and I shivered up to my spine. I felt kind of happy at doing my good deed of the day .Maybe this kind of cold wind could kill her, I thought , and I pulled the glass panelled window panes inside effectively sealing the space making it absolutely cosy..

to ensure further comfort i pushed a roll of cottonwool inside the cozy space

and was happy to see the little creature settling down. I went back to my cofee and TV .Feeling better and reclined on the couch. I did not realise when my comfort softly merged into the cosy confines of sleep.I was woken up from my slumber by another violent sound of flapping wings , I

thought another bird looking for refuge and i reached the window.

I switched on the light.i was surprised . no , it was not a new bird , but the same bird , trying to push the glass panelled window out . my mind wondered " ...is she feeling claustrophobic ..should I let her out ...." but if she goes out , she will die of cold..." my mind reasoned.

"But if she does'nt may be she will herself and who knows may kill herself violently hitting the glass as she had been doing." Another part of my mind entered the conference. I could see , she was violently hurtling herself at the glass in a bid to seek freedom, from the confines of cold space .

I was in a dilemma ,why cant this little creature realise that she may even die if she goes ou, or at least come to some harm ."Bird brain".....i said to myelf.lucky to n0ote that kids were not around.

there would have been screams of " No PJs Dad , ...". But dilemma continued.

I had to act . i could'nt bear myself to see the poor creature hurting herself the way she was hitting the glass.I took a deep sigh and pushed the window pane out.Immediately she flew out ..turned just once to look at me...perhaps thanking me , I indulged myself to some degree of pride.i closed the window and went back to the world of my dreams.

I could'nt sleep for long though...Third time in the night my consciousness and conscience was to be shaken up.I could hear the same , now familiar sound of a bird flpping her wings violently on the glass. I switched on the light and peered out. yes , it was the same bird with some cotton wool still stuck on her belly but not enough to see her through the cold of night.she must have realised ..she would'nt survive the cold out and was seeking refuge again.

I opened the window ..she flew in and collapsed.The cold wave had apparently caught up with her..I picked her up , a victim of hypothermia as we call it in our medical jargon. Before i could comfort her and warm her with a small kid blanket and get her in the room , she breathed her last .

I could'nt sleep after that.something at the backof my mind kept tugging at my conscience. something from the depth of my heart kept accusing me." Okay , she did not know she would be risking her life in her bid to seek freedom from closed space ,,call it claustrophobia or anything in your stupid medical jargon , but you should have known..she would die..you call yourself a Doctor.

Even if she had hurt herself trying to go out she could have been treated .She would'nt have died ."The jury of my heart and mind have pronounced me guilty . I don't know if i have a strong enough case to seek appeal against the verdict . Is there anyone who would defend my case. Can I ever close my window again , sit in front of TV with a cup of hot coffee in my hand , listening to reports of cold wave ?Can I get any answers ?