Bygone....

 Crispiness of the morning is not the same,

 birds don't chirp the way they did.

 The photographs have faded,

 the chuckles cannot be heard.

 Guitar strings are broken,

 the sour note is there with the bells on.

 a tear replacing the glitter of my eyes,

 taking as a gospel truth,

 that you are gone forever.....

 that tree and that bench,

 is still there as it was,

 that vehicle still moves on the road.

 those memories can never fade,

 those songs can never lose their color.

 your voice still echoes in my ears,

 not letting me believe,

 that you are gone forever..... 

 Not talking to you seems easy,

 losing a friend and a bond is not.

 assembling the shattered pieces,

 and scattering them again,

 is what i did,

 due to the fear of losing you.

 Repenting is not an option,

 guilt is no excuse.

 Cherishing the memories is all i can do,

as your eyes always say to me,

that you are gone forever....

Presence

Laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror
reflecting the affection and heed,
silence all around the corner,with the feeling of your presence
I behold your incense,mesmerized i feel,
There you are standing still,
laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror.

Turning back i see,your propinquity vanishing,
no longer there,no longer smiling
your warmth still in the air,
your arms still around me,
the presence vanishes,leaving me with the essence
laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror.

A Voice!

A voice for the little one's,
a voice for a cause,
they are abused,hurt and assaulted.
The harshness of realities entrap them,
leaving them horrified and exploited.
Protected nutshell is broken,
the shrewdness is revealed.
Be it mental,sexual or emotional,
the harassment cannot be healed.
From the cradle to the greenness,
from innocence to maturity,
passage is filled with hardships,
making the journey uneasy.
The beam of light,
becomes a horrible sight
losing the mental aplomb they stand,
instead of learning what is right.
Wide,scary eyes staring
weakens the psyche,
the pressure to perform well,
leads to the closing.
Reaching the adolescence,
is what becomes a sin,
a stranger,an acquaintance or a kin.
For every one of them,
an easy target is all they are,
killing their innocence,
pleasure is what they gain.
Books,which the hands should hold,
have brushes and mops.
The ambition,the heart should focus on,
has the dullness and lost hopes.
Dying are the aspirations,
fading are the beliefs.
Anticipating for a change,is here I appeal
Broaden your thoughts,
widen your sight.
Give them what they deserve,
they have the right to live,
raising a voice against child abuse
We can make a change that will help!!