That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She said "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems you want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she said and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " hey what are you doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to you ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if you are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then you will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an hour but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war or a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... or am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. you what you have to do and what you want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and said to me " I am wind free, careless or responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
Photo by Steve McAlister
Hmm...James, bringing back any memories-Lulu
Hope I manage to get your juices flowing!
