Unorthodox affection

I was a tree big n fat, but I would never move.
A squirrel came by my hat,  and tickled my every groove.
She swung and clung my twig to twig,  and held me by my fruit,
she pulled my leaf and my fig, she knew me deep till root.

I was a tree dull and dark, my leaves do show my gloom.
I have a thick and shameful bark, I lost my live to bloom.
She never knew where she crept, it was the deepest trunk.
And there in my tender she slept, into her own dream she sunk.

My heart was  moist and soft,  that one different night.
She was in her fair aloft, with her bunny and the knight.
The way she moved her paw in me,  scrat off the older bark,
I knew how young I soon to be, my stems were no more dark.

I shed my leaves flowered in azure, I waited for her to wake,
she woke up and smiled at pure, like a heavenly make.
Stepped out and stared back, I stood still and numb,
in her deep eyes I could not crack, my image looked so dumb.

So she stood and tickled again,  jumped my twig and twig,
she didn't wander off in vain, but loved my tangy fig.
I stared still dumb and mute, she danced in a joy,
in me was playing the happy flute, and she was just a toy.

She was dull deep inside, her nature was to jump and slide.
My mute song never could play, in the tune in which her song lay. 

Why do we celebrate a birthday?

To answer this question, I think I would consider it incomplete if I fail to explain how the day is celebrated. A few people like to celebrate it throwing parties to their friends. Another group aims at making this day auspicious by being an ideal citizen that day. A third category would be calmly helping the desolate and find their joy there in. There are many more ways to celebrate a birthday.

Why do we celebrate any day at all? Festivals, national days, international days supporting any cause are a few of these. In each of these cases, the destiny shall be to review a life, a great personality whose remarkably good behavior towards the society and a great tale of life needs to be reminded. It is true, despite a modest answer, that everyone feels that he is the most important part of the world. He is the center of everything that is woven around him. He looks at everything with his own view and thus being the epicenter, manages to become a remarkable character, call hero of the story. He is the prince of his Kingdom of dreams. So, we have a character whose story can be celebrated.

You may question me of one's achievement to be celebrating. As some guy would put it, 'the problem with history is that it cannot be noticed while its happening, and once done, it need not be noticed then.' So, what you see as a plain life today is a roller coaster ride reaching a destination, often high often low. Thus the story of life, or in one's view, the entire puppetry in the world is going on. One's sustenance and well being in this great work is worthy the joy we get celebrating.

The reason to celebrate is clear. Birthday is the celebration of being alive. But why should this day only be a birthday? Why not some day hither thither? Its you, the hero, whose success is being celebrated. There has to be a unique day. The day would have been that of your success, had your story witnessed an end. In case it didn't, the life didn't stop. You still lived. You still survived. This is being celebrated on a day most unique to you, your birthday.

How to celebrate? Its simple. Celebrate in that way which, if penned down and read after a century, would still please your ego, remind you of the joy, and make you smile for being alive then. Happy birthday!!!

One more night, one more.

The rose candle burns, in raging fire quenching it down,
and the heat turns, to a caring hug from a careless frown.

Her cheek turns pink, in a blush of guessing what is to come,
none of them blink, in a romantic note of the silent hum.

Many moments past, all are words but very strange,
with their love to fast, in a rhythmic verse they arrange.

The wax tipped the brim, a flow over of their affection thus,
the flame steady and trim, and the time forgot all the fuss.

All the world apart, and a moon of love amidst countless stars,
Cupid did hit the dart, its bloom blurred all the scars.

Like a rose bud wet, their love was in the elegant night,
it was not dawn yet, but their love bloomed in the candle light.

Juvenile

Ref: Delhi rape case, judgment of 31st August.

Okay, 3 years imprisonment for a 17 year old guy. Let the emphasis be made.

1. Constitution and law, as written and not amended to date, would like to consider an 18 as an adult. This is not the first time we have seen it. Kids of about 15 years age drive bikes today. Every second matriculate has a Facebook account, and more than 40% of phones bought today are by people younger than 18. This is no less than a clear indication that the age of juvenile amateurism has fallen down to less than 18 years. I understand that it is hard to change the law for such a limit, but a 17 year old being brutal should be an exception, “brutality” being the consideration, neither the rape nor the murder.

2. This has not been new to us. We hear of 12th pass-outs being hit by a drunken truck driver. The police rule the case out stating that a minor was driving the vehicle. We see a case of a 16 year old teasing a fellow girl in his school, the police continue stating he was juvenile and action cannot be taken up. Mobs of under-18 protest (recently, citing Telangana issue) and violence follows. The accused are bailed and don’t even afford to stay the night, thanks to their juvenile mindset. So we have a youth who understand everything and even make the best out of their childishness, seemingly.

3. We today, witness a generation where a 20-year old knows hardly anything less than a 50-year old. I refer to knowledge, and not understanding. This acceleration of acquiring knowledge has gone up, high up, thanks to the prevalent globalization. Evidently, I am not against the effects of it. Rather, I would like to make it clear that the generations to come, a child 15 year old may be as brainy as a 30 year old. Hence, the necessity to reduce the age for such a limit has come.

In short, I assume I am able to state a reason why the age of a juvenile limit has to go down. This be made clear, the process is huge, and the consequences inevitable. However, noting this change and training the children of the future accordingly is necessary. It would be delightful if the government studies the fields where the age limit has to be reduced and acts accordingly.

Kidnapped

The street was empty and say dark,

not a chirp in the park nor a dog bark, 

the man trodded quietly to the mark, 

 the door glittered in the old light.

His hands shivered like in the cold, 

his heart thumped in the shirt's fold, 

gripping his wallet in a quivering hold, 

he knocked the door gathering his might.

The gloomy entry pulled him deep, 

world but that guard he thought asleep, 

climbing in courage those steps steep, 

 he strolled to the table dressed in white.

Pulled the pile twice thick a fine deck, 

placed on the table gulping down the neck, 

he smiled desolate thinking of the last peck, 

walked away in haste into the moonless night.

He walked infinitely praying in care, 

to look back he never did dare, 

 reached his gate in the pace of a hare, 

and waited there stretching his sight.

Around the corner came the chuckling tone, 

and then the kid in fear all alone, 

daddy daddy was the voice known, 

the clock atlast ticked again right.

The world of lies seemed to be utopia, 

though not the first hug it was euphoria, 

the house sank back singing of Gloria, 

wealthy no more but rich were they quite.