Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Am I a Replica?

Am I a replica?
Haunting me
Ever since you left us
How can I be your replica?

Grandma saw you in me,
Aunt justified,
Uncle exclaimed!
Near ones choired
Finally….
Dad too felt!!!
I was your replica..
How can I take your place
When I’m hovered with diffidence?
But my mirror muttered
The truth..I'm not!
No one can
Fill your absence…
No one can take somebody’s
Berth in life…
Alas! We are ignorant
Of
the Bitter truth!!

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Festival of
harvest and crackers came
Reluming the unfaded childhood
Memories of joy,fun and frolic..
Gone are those good old days….
Neither I’m a child now
Nor there is fun….
the memories lingers....