When I was only a little boy,
I asked my father, who was to me like God,
To bring me a toy,
And this is what he said to me, “O boy,
Man himself, in th hands of God,
Is just a toy”
And although it was not proper to retort,
This is what I said,”O Dad,
What I need is just a toy,
Keep your philosophy away,
Because I am just a little boy.
When someone questions why did you change
What made the attitude and nature to rain
For I get confused in the concept of query
How did I reveal what made me so fiery
Incidents and accidents whatever you call
Disturbing the mind which is now default
The trust being broken, the affect on neurons
Am not a fool who will carry on
Hesitatingly the instinct took a different turn
Was very difficult, the ecstasy getting burnt
The undefined time, the weird syndromes
Reversing the time like a palindrome.
Deep, dark and infinite;
I may be a black hole, for I could take you in despite your might.
But I am in the space, the sea, the land and the winds that hiss;
Which is why they call me The Abyss.
A bottomless pit of silent power;
I grow in size with every hour.
I am neither good, nor evil, not a friend or a foe;
Just a hot mass of grey, engulfing you in my shadow.
Did you create me? Or have I always been there?
Am I your God? Do you take my name in your prayer?
Gaze into me, for you shall then see;
That when you gaze too hard, you turn into me.
If I am hope, you too become a desire;
And if I am the purgatory, you too will burn in my fire.
The august arrival of autumn amplifies the aroma
Of sense and sentiments mimicking leaves diploma
The withering of leaves marks the beginning
Shedding yellow obsoletes, upcoming green leaves
It’s the so called autumn and co-related happening
Which let the mind glow and heart to heave
It the glow that entice the man
Not only the beauty that excites the man
It’s the part that everyone must pass by
Which no doubt shall soothe mishap and cry
As leaves gets replaced approving the Eco-cycle
Similar must be the thoughts and views changeable
Change and modifying ideas must be there
To cope up with troubles wandering everywhere
Lot more can be exposed underlining the occasion
It’s the victory that the season has won
Molding away its nature every next year
For an obstinate man its hard to bear