A Broken Vase

With a pounding stroke,

the vase went down.

In a matter of seconds,

it was in pieces – red, white, brown.

Red were the flowers, booming inside.

Beautiful they once appeared,

till it shattered, and everything died.

White it had been, up, intact,

glittering, glowing,

it looked very much alive, in fact.

Brown it got as it gradually decayed,

unnoticed, ignored,

in a corner, it stayed.

But what’s the big deal; it’s ultimately just a vase.

It’s not like it’s the only one that fell and broke apart.

It’s just that, may be, this vase was close to my heart.

It’s just that, may be, this vase was closer to my heart.

Twenty-four Years Young

Twenty-four years ago, I was just a tiny thing.

I couldn’t walk,

I couldn’t talk,

I for sure could not sing!

A couple years down the line,

the world started making some sense.

I don’t remember much,

but I did start creating a lot of nuisance!

The little kid grew up,

he ran to school pretty soon…

I soon got bored of it though,

they expected me to be there every noon!

Now that I think of it,

we barely did anything there…

Sports would be the most awaited activity,

studying was anyway rare.

So just like that, I passed from school,

and a couple of colleges too!

I never really understood,

where all the time flew.

All this while,

I definitely grew.

Matured – may be,

though I doubt it is true!

With all that I experienced all through,

I do claim to be an adult now…

And yet, at the slightest sign of innocence,

I’ll have that kiddish Wow!

Maybe being a kid still is not so bad after all…

So long as I have the adult me hand-in-hand, is all!

And so here I am today,

twenty-four years young!

I do talk a lot; walk a lot…

I’ve barely left a song unsung!