"The Known Unknown"

What a day it was, the day we first met

Scorching sun, and the excitement was set,

A simple Hi, was how it started

Gradually the stories blurted,

Funny it was to meet at the station

This is what is called a Friend's Passion,

Passing the crowd his hand reached mine

Cheesy he felt and it ran through my spine,

Walking through the platform, chatting all the way

Seemed to be known for years, but unknown till today,

A memorable day it was we shared

A picture perfect is what we framed....

STREETS OF INDIA

Here I stand today in the middle
Looking around I find a riddle
Some are ugly few are lovely
Kids are playing getting dirty

Those old building still stands tall 
Where dried leaves are about to fall 
The laughter the giggles and the smile 
Those eyes, face and the color of skin 
         
If some people are setting things roadside 
Others you see are fishing riverside 
Muddy path where together we walk 
And then about greenery we talk

Old women crossing the streets 
A group of girls celebrating treat 
Veggies and fruit vendors shouting loud 
Cats and dogs cuddling between the crowd 

If the one you see tired and drowsy 
Some are afterwards the bus running 
Those tea stalls crowd when it's rainy 
And the ice cream van when sunny 

Getting a snapshot of this picture 
I hereby write down my adventure
              "Streets of India"            

Flawless Bond Between Parents & Child

The endless love between a mother and a child

 Stronger and staid with a father, at times wild 

A relation hard to explain as it beguiled..

From birth to the teenage years 

From the first walk that span the age 

Through laughter, worry, smiles and tears...

A heavy relation is shared by a father 

Protecting from the dangers of dark world 

Things in mind that have been untold...

A sense of trust that can't be broken 

The profundity of love sometimes unspoken 

Those battles and harsh words left heartbroken...

They granted us new life and promised to care 

That love is expressionless that we together share,

 That terror in their eyes leaves us in fear...

The perfect image is what I carry in my mind 

Throughout my lifetime, my parents are behind

The flawless bond is that between parents and child...