A Whine

Will I see the light of the day?
or will I be saved for another day?
or will you trash me without a delay?

Will I be read?
Will I be loved?
and will I be shared?

Will I be commented on?
Or Will I be left to move on?
But don't I deserve to be smiled upon?

Will you laugh?
Or will you be rough?
Is that coz you are too tough?

Will I be waited for?
Day after day for more?
Or will you see me as a bore?

Am explained it's not easy
That I get made everyday, you see
Now why does my creator act like a busy-bee?

Yours,
A blog post.

Paper boat

Gentle push
by loving hands.
Rhythmic nudge
by docile waters.

Shining sun
to keep it company.
Set sail
carefree.

And then
Wind blew.
Rains lashed.
Currents swept.

Caught unaware
by God's rage
the wet paper boat
fought all night.


And its no more.
Thats right.
For, have you ever heard
paper boats getting lucky?

While you were away..

The way I missed a step
slipped and fell
while I walked up the stairs
too busy texting on my cell

The way today's lunch tasted
with potatoes uncooked
And how we had to wait
for all the tables were booked

The way I caught
my cubicle mate dozing off
facing the screen saver
his monitor had switched off

I told you all this
And as always
you didn't respond.
Coz those were your ways.

And then I saw
your green button become orange
and saw it draw
hands of clock on them

Thats when I realised
much to my dismay
that I had typed
while you were away.