AN UNRULY LITTLE WISH...

The layers of attire in multi-shades of white
and the hands that hold the holy womb up in prayer
Cushioned outwards, by the beliefs, customs and respect 
and by  emotions, innocense, prayers and fear inwards
Walking up the aisle, flanked by angels on earth
Shouldering the role of his groom's host down here
the shepherd leads the herd, to start up in retrospect
and let's them pursue, the ways to the green valleys 
Amongst the herd, the unruly lamb admires 
the peaceful hands and head, up in the front
Born once as just another sapien, and got picked at ripe innocense
shaped and polished to serve, lead and preach,
and practice what's preached, wrapped in the holy-pure-robe
the shepherd is the best to lead a small herd forward
yes, the lamb wished it for a nuclear herd too
without the blockage of celibacy, got, to be lead, protected, fed and laid to rest
by the numerous similar ones it admired
Wished there were more to follow Cutie, it thought
and wished the old oath progressed to choice 
leading to a day that would dawn, with many
opening their day around holy grail plus little lambs...

WHAT SEEPED IN...

Walking back from the village church,
Foliage abundant around me freshness rich,
Breathing the purity that seeped through my cells
and letting it goose-bump-up, on ringing memory bells,
Waving mental 'hi's at nostalgic junctions and joints
Savouring the rush of feelings, forgotten in life's toils
I strolled the road back home thinking
and with my Ipod in my ears, singing
the essence of why and how my life took
all it's twists and turns, and shook
a lot of my beliefs, convictions and ways
to lead me where I'd eventually stay
Singing to my heart's content, the silent song,
of peace, courage and love, all day long 
The wilderness, faces, joints and roads,
playing their part, as I peacefully strode,
ensured that I joined the pieces tight,
of the puzzles of thoughts, that shaped my life, right!

JUST PHASES AFTERALL!

When the voice buzzed out sharp through the microphone

And when it clinged on to my heart magnetically

When the brain said, 'what bullshit, just go on'

But the heart encouraged and said, 'this is how it happens, really,

I thought this is a phase, and who knew, what it is to teach...

When I surveyed the corridors and campus for the presence,

When I pulled myself away from gangs, which to them didn't make any sense, 

When every encounter left me thinking, 'with this where am I to reach,

I thought this is a phase, and who knew, what it is to teach...

When years rolled by, with the fire in my belly afresh,

And I expected a new flavor to happen and get me refreshed,

As more and more of myself started wondering, why ain't I'm moving forward an inch,

I still thought that this is a phase, and who the hell knew, what it is to teach...

When years don't help you getting better at expressing the true intensity

of what lies within you with it's full sincerity,

And let it be there, but move ahead adding that cliched salt to life, a pinch

You'd call it again a phase, wondering, what it is to teach...

Smirks, tears, sarcasm, disbelief

Taking up these tools that would help gain momentary relief

Maybe, all one could sadly go by is what some stories preach

and learn, not every frog you touch turns into a prince...