The photograph

The photograph shows me a girl at 6
In a life filled beach
As cute as teddy she holds
As soft as the rose on her silky brown hair
Her eyes twinkled like a little star
I see thoughts of tomorrow away from her

What made her idle as a painted lonely girl today?
Upon the shores of fun filled ocean of life
What dimmed her brightness?
What caused the dullness in her eyes?
What made me not identify myself at 6?
The shadow of time has turned me unaware of past smiles

Footsteps in changing sand


I printed my bleeding foot on the shores of life
In the middle of changing sand
It got obliterate by the worries of today
Haunting my own dreams
Dragging my own foot
 I made those unsound prints
Hollowness triggered by the closed shells
Left no marks of my existences
I have nothing left for generations to track
Rather than those perfect foot prints Undead in memories of past
I lone in the wonders of life………………..