I seek a conversation with me,
But I rarely can manage time.
So I asked, when will I be free?,
Some time during the rhyme.
Amidst all the hustle and bustle,
I found time for everything else,
Life presents opportunities only after tussle,
Opportunities encoded in the book we write for ourselves.
So take a walk and talk during the walk,
For at times you need to hear it from yourself.
Each solution that I need,
Is right next to me round the clock.
Some memories from the old shelves,
Came across as I was passing by.
Without any effort there was a smile,
As for a moment past and I were ally.
On one side is me, rushing from goal to goal,
While on the other was I, running freely as a whole.
On one side is me, with clean and ironed shirt,
While on the other was I, a knight who couldn’t be hurt.
On one side is me, cruising in my car,
While on the other was I, peddling my bicycle to the stars.
For a moment I became me,
For in that moment I was free,
Amazing is that kid we all see,
Bicycle stories are for us to flee.I and me, The Poet and the Pen
It is said to have started with a big bang,
And so did the wheels of time.
Just like cosmic bodies we grow old,
And forget many who were once prime.
Life takes us to many places,
Ups and downs being the typical way.
While transversing the idiosyncratic story,
We let go of many without a say.
Old friend you are now lost,
Existing only in the initial pages.
Neither of us did anything wrong,
But we drifted with different stages.
Each one remembers the other,
Smiling with tears at memories of past.
Hope you are doing well,
Friend is one you just cannot recast.