That day I was visiting my friend
with a broken leg in a hospital
who had his mobile phone on.
This instrument hardly allows
anyone else to come close
or talk to you.
The other day when I was at home
my other friend came
and found me busy with internet.
I felt the same at the hospital
what my other friend felt
during his visit to my home.
Later I found some shortage of time
to meet my friend at hospital but
talked to him over phone time to time.
Think my other friend also some day
shall stop visiting my home
and send me frequent emails.
Death of an evening.
I will probably write a poem
to hang this evening till death.
No hope that it will survive
the harassment of time unkind.
Else,I kept this evening for you
but you have lost the reason to take it.
Wish those days did not change
and I had no reason to interpret
what you say and what you mean
and what you mean but never speak out.
Wish I did not buy that instrument
which only increases the distance.
I could then arrive to your door by walking
to give you no chance of saying any excuse.
But most of our wishes are not fulfilled
so I’ll not move and allow this evening to perish.
via Death of an evening.
We do not text to each other these days
but yesterday my old friend texted
” Smile is address of life.
smile is a way to get success
smile is to win the hearts
smile improves your personality
so, smile always.”
This time I smiled for a reason
I told to myself
This text might have come
to a wrong address, by mistake.
Or she’s forgetting now
how hard once I smiled
but address of life
was not found
neither success nor the heart.
Little bit of personality improved
only when I could learn
how to hide such smiles.
I also told to myself
need not be replied.
I’ll talk to her instead.