My Pug Marks

When the birds take off to sky Clear wet round mirrors on leaves Reflect some light I'd say its time to write When the glory of sea Meets the slipping brown sand And paints it frothy white I'd say its time to write When the fisherman throws His net far wide Serene lake caged in ripples slight I'd say its time to write When the child closes his eyes For his first prayer ever  Folding his hands tight I'd say its time to write When that bullet kills And the one who reached The revolver first sighs I'd say its time to write When feelings erupt With lines taking shape Of ideas bright I won't say - I'd just write.

Image Courtesy:  http://blacknright.wordpress.com A valedictorian he may be But before his address his legs ached to flee Clocking sub ten seconds many a times But 100m in an Olympics is no child's rhyme That move practised an entire year But muscles can twitch on stage my dear Expectation is like a fine diamond cutting tool Chiseling for others to drool A cut more and it corrodes Fine values it erodes