Companion.

It is not much during my moments of joy -

But more when I'm deprived, questioned and coy

That I expect your long fingers to hold on to mine

Don't utter a word, just be by my side.

Sigh!

I hate this night

Which makes me lonely

And this distance

Which keeps you away.

I hate these moments

Which take their sweet time to pass

And this time of life

When everything is vague.

I hate these forces

Which rule my life

And these rules

Which take full control.

I hate myself for being so timid

And you for letting it be.

Mine.

Every time I pick my phone

And swipe across your handsome face

I realize I never tire, looking at you

And just a glimpse of you makes me smile!

Kite

If it were not for bonds,

That kept me tied down

I'd fly away...

Into the deep, unknown.

Turning 30.

Though a bed of roses

To the world it may seem -

My life hasn't been

An easy dream.

Mighty goals at length

I pursue at my pace

Each year bygone I see as a step

And each friend I've earned as a mighty leap!

A hard day's work

Every night in the stranded boggie

As I head home and plug in my ear phones

Tired from office, I swear no more

Morrow I'll be early, to spent time with mom -

But morrow comes never

Some say, I'm a hard worker

Who ain't smart, ain't clever!

I'd rather call myself a lover

In love with my job - sadly none other!

Journey

The craving at the smell of a hot bitter coffee

The goose-bumps from a cold morning shower

The excitement at my name being called out first

The modesty when I'm patted for emerging winner

The exuberance at my team’s triumph

The sobriety expressed - only when depressed

The abstinence at being told I’m wrong

The flutter each time he utters ‘It's you I love!’

The nervousness before each long-awaited kiss

And the blush that follows - never goes amiss!

The responsibility on holding a baby close

The pride at my niece’s victory, to boast!

The comfort from a friend’s ever-giving efforts

The hatred when another good one betrays

The sympathetic tears at a stranger’s demise

The agony at watching a near one's pain

The helplessness on seeing a stray puppy cry

The brief content on helping a blind in need

The peace when the gushing streams caress my feet

The momentary dislike when a sibling screams

The easy yawn as I rest on my mother’s lap

The sleep that ships me to an Utopian dream

 - is what keeps me going.

And not money.