A Childish Desire

Often a childish desire

Comes to my mind

Alas! It may be  

much  pleasant

If we could delay childhood

for some  years!

Parents rather think

 their children

 grow up

and take some breath

of their responsibilities.

I remember of

my twin nieces

Whenever I visit her

Fell asleep

After, a tired journey

They, played with my hairs 
putting rubber in it
extend their imagination
to the next gen arts

I rather try to hide my face.

Imagination

where comes

to these kids

why not to the elders

I surprise often.

Had god given wings

to the kids

Flying in the distant sky

they rather realize
Sky is not limit.

Thinking

                                                                 The more I think

The less I act,

thinking is coeval with action

and coterminous with inaction.

I always think, but never

consistently,

for  consistency is the fruit of

clearsightedness.

I know thought engenders thought,

but can I fathom my mind

which is a well of thought,

a bottomless pit?

I always overthink –

A streak of Hamlet, perhaps.

The more I learn to think,

I forget what I thought.

It is a vortex from which

Perhaps no traveller returned.

Pebble and Life

As I walking on the
Beach one day,

I looked down,

A pebble was staring 
back at me.

It was lying on the beach

Amidst a group,

Yet all alone,

Not knowing,

Where its destiny lay.

Not knowing

Whether it would be

picked up,

Or trodden upon

So uncertain.

And I suddenly

thought to myself,

 Isn’t that exactly

What the life is?