Darker than Black

Black is dark, Black is lightless
Black is the hidden alley
And the dungeon of sins.
It can only absorb....

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Black is such a colour, that even if u mix any other colour with it, what u find is nothing but black. The comparison can easily be made with a human being whose image is "black"-who has tarnished his image by some deed of sin,so great that no matter what happens, he will always be remembered for his sin and nothing else.

But the only colour which does not lose its identity when mixed with black, which makes black even more dark, is black itslef.Again a human being who is already known to have a tainted character, can become even more tainted only through the new sins that he comits.

Years Gone By

From far away, I caught her glimpse
And suddenly felt my heart wince
Years evaporated before my eyes
I could not believe-how time flies!

I saw her approaching towards me
A faint smile on her lips, I could see
The place was the same, so were we
And yet, so much distance
Seperated her from me

I remember those days
Those carefree and joyful ways
How we used to roam about
Aimless, having fun, day in day out

Happy days are not for ever
And it was evident
When we were no longer together
She had her own life
I had my own
Memories of the past, were now gone

Suddenly, she was very near
I didnt know what would i say
Or what would i hear
Stepping towards her, I realized
That the smile was not for me
But for someone behind

When she went past me
I knew that it was the end
I had only tried,
After all only a few years ago
She was my best friend!

One Shove and All Went Away

To make my window pane look its best
I cleaned it with all my might
But to my awe, I found a bird's nest
Resting in a corner, well out of my sight.

The nest was half formed
And the pigeon that had made it
Was not around
Thats when i decided to clean up every bit.

I shoved all of it away
And sat down relaxed and gay
"Well done", I said to myself
And went off to sleep
Thats when i realized
What a mess i had been

So many hours, so many days
So much pain, all in vain
One shove and all went away
Just to make my window pane
Look pretty all the way!

Reading

I remember when i was a small kid...all of 8 or 9, my dad thought he should try and develop a reading habit in me.So, he would ask me to read the newspaper daily. Just imagine the plight of a small kid, who has just about learnt how to read, trying to read a newspaper everyday! I couldnt make head or tail out of anything, and i started feeling that reading is the worst possible thing on earth.
Thankfully, he soon realised that i was too young to comprehend whats there in the newspapers everyday. But to make the matter worse, he asked me to read comic strips that came in the newspapers. I still rememeber, one was "Mandrake the magician' and the other was"Phantom". To till u the truth, i still dont know how to read comic strips...horizontally or vertically.So, it was back to square one, dad just could not make me read anything. So much so, that i would run away at the very sight of newspapers. I would wake up only when the newpaper had served its purpose and was stacked away in a loft.
But that was not to be the end of the story.
Summer vacations arrived, and i was loaded with holiday homeworks. And to my dismay, one of the holiday homeworks was to read three novels and write their summaries. So, we ventured out to buy the books(abridged versions obviously). And we finally got these: "Around the world in 80 days", "Treasure Island" and"The great Expectations".
Everyday dad and i would sit and read page by page of each book. I have to admit that dad is a great storyteller, he would explain it so nicely to me...that i just fell in love with those books and their characters and the locations. It was so wonderful. They would take me to an entirely differend world...a world of imagination.After that there was no looking back...i would not need any holiday homework to read novels but pick them up on my own...
So finally my dad's wish had come true.And till now i have those 3 small abridged versions with me.
Later..after many years , when i met my standard 3 class teacher at a school re-union, she told me that it was my dad's idea in the first place to have that kind of a holiday homework for the summer vacations...