In the deep down, when I maneuvered my dreams,
teaching my souls of the patriarchy, did you just masquerade?
Failing my theories, I believed, that you do exist,
I was gullible, people were right,
for they said me don’t be confident, be little uptight.
I didn’t pay a heed for I was imagining a ride,
holding your hand by the countryside
soon I realized they were true,
gentlemen are less but a few
did I lose you on the way or did you choose to fray
why does everything seem so sinister and pretending?
But hey! You were just masquerading.

People say it doesn’t seem to qualify as a town or city;
All I have for these people is pity.

I was naive, for seldom I visited this place;
Only to take a break from the world and it’s pace.

This was again one of those summers for my routine visit there;
The place was yet more placid and more fair.

The house that belongs to my grandparents, is green and white;
You can hear birds chirping and see squirrels fight.

The roses, pink and red, white and yelow;
Ah! the lawn that tickles your feet below.

I can see the solitary man ploughing the area to welcome the new season;
I find everything so perfect, just for no reason.

Just beneath the tallest tree, you find a pavement;
That takes you to eternity, and is nothing less than an enticement.

There is the mango tree that has been living since ages;
just like an old hermit, conveying perspicacious messages.

Be sagacious enough to pluck a flower;
To save your self from grandpa, find yourself a lawyer.

For trees and flowers to him are so dear;
He allows only the most innocent one to see them from near.

When you enter the house you can find grandpa’s sophisticated passion;
of building this house into a spectacular mansion.

Grandma’s immaculate love for mangoes is so impeccable;
Once we tried competing her, ahh!! But were not able.

A ride with grandpa to the Asia’s possibly largest dam;
is the time I keep waiting for a whole year to come.

Of summers and springs, of prides and valors;
My place choses its shape, design and it’s own colour.

Oh Time! why do you leave me behind all the time? I try something, keep on trying, only to find, there’s to more time left.
Time: Oh honey, you are not timed to be on spot at the perfect time. You are born to make history.

Oh Darkness! Why do you not engulf me to your solace? I find this world bewildering to live within. I try hard to get rid, only to fail everytime.
Darkness: Oh immaculate soul, you are a thirsty raven in the desert and I am the mirage of an oasis, you are born to fight and lead the world.

Oh Earth! Why do you not show me my roots? I am tired fighting, I want to rest now.
Earth: Oh dear, for who stands eyeing the eye of the tornado deserves the impeccable mountain. Go, fight, win, lead and thou shall rest in peace.