The desire...for the star of the morrow.

He was working hard, he was earning lots He worked harder, he earned lots more.              Morning flights and late night files had meaning to him Delights and indulgence didn’t. He was earning lots, he wanted more, He worked hard; he wished he could work harder. His house was a place to sleep in Its inhabitants – a mere existence. And then he had a holiday Sudden, abrupt….unwanted. He didn’t know what to do with it Just like a dress, long-worn when it doesn’t fit. He wanted back his work; he wished he had his files. A guest in his house – he roamed Switching on the lights instead of the fan Searching for food amongst leftovers When he opened that cupboard; And childhood tumbled out. Bright covers, dash of colors, glitter, A zooming hero there, a cute squirrel here: But a deep trench cut across their faces - And deep into their bodies                          Making the pages crumble as fingers endeavored to turn. He looked into those pages tryi

                   She walked past me everyday, never dropping a glance She walked past me everyday, her dress brushing by a lucky chance.   I stood there rooted to the spot, desperate yet unable to reach out, I stood there rooted to the spot, confined in my floral where about. She was happy with her relations, oblivious of my love I was envious of them, trapped in my wooden shaft. I turned green as I saw her friends making her happy and high She didn’t notice the difference ( I wonder why?) Days went by and she grew wizened and bent Days went by and I grew wise and gained strength. Her relations left her-some for death others for malice Her relations left me to bear my lonely chalice. She was walking past me that day, never dropping a glance She was walking past me like everyday, when the clouds covered the sun. It rained like never before, it drenched her to the skin She ran to me for shelter as a person to his kin. As two wide eyes lo