free bird....

sleep where i find, the shade,

i am the weary kind for, this place,

i am numb,tired to the core,

stumbling upon in void, this space..

i surely, have brought some disgrace,

yes, i have an ugly face,

just listen to me, let me confess,

i do not deserve this anger, this hate...

i fell from your grace,

i got washed with tears like kohl,

with dried tears,i am a free spirit now,

who cares if i have a wounded soul...

bouquet of memories...

you may find it little later or wilted...

but remember the memories are afresh till this day,

carnations here are the moments intertwined,

lonely years make, this cascading bouquet....

Maa, i love you...

                                                                                            how much i miss you mom,

these cold nights

when i am half asleep

i feel myself drifting away

shivering in cold

but too lazy to pull up the cover,

i know mom, 

if you were here

you would tuck me in...

in the dream

i saw you crying 

and i cried with you

my pillow case is still wet

with my tears

oh mom , how much i miss you

the dream when i saw 

you were leaving

my heart skipped a beat

i held your hand 

until you said 

you would come back for me

i dreaded that night

couldn't sleep again...

just because i grew up

i moved away

but the child inside me

always needs your attention

i would like to sleep 

with my head in your lap

and you talking about

the things that happened

while we were away

i miss those mornings

when you would wake me up

gingerly

i miss you mom

every moment of my day

every day of my life...