Skip to main content

My King



The football court had enough of them
The dance club had a number to define the best

I wonder if my king is a football camp
Or is a best dancer ( the irony is there are no best dancers)

The canteen had enough hanging on the food counter for egg
Gym friqs
The streets had faces that were difficult to mark as the best
As heart is the only criteria of the best

I wonder if my king spends time with dumb bells
Or is someone like coconut with the softest heart in the core

The place where I come across the men's working on the monitor has many geniuses with and without the glasses
The place where I  wonder in the leisure time
Have many sitting with silent smile and some smoking their sadness out

I wonder if my king is a tech
Or is he someone who is growing with his struggles

At house warming party had met a few bunch playy with kids
And a lot many running from their tantrums but smiling to their smiles

I wonder if my king is a kid at heart
Or is athlete when there are kids around me

At the karaoke had seen few singers humming just for their other parts
And few professionals best with vocal cords and guitar strings

I wonder if my king is a bathroom singer
Or is a rockstar around whom girls dream to wonder

At the writing workshop had met few writers penning life
A few inking love and the rest just penning a secret dairy

I wonder if my king has the moon as his dairy
Or has penned pages with his thoughts

Whatever may be reason for making him shine for the world
If he is mine , he has got the best stars.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Drifting thoughts of 5AM...

Does the silence gets you in future Does the lonely soul feels the presence of that soul Does the plugged earphone tune that voice Does the present wants to repeat those chapters Do that fights are more engrossing ,than those serious talks Does every word on the screen is felt like , 'This is to be stared' Do you star it like ,Mam in school used to star your best art, poem recitation , the curves of alphabet on paper Do you feel like you are queen of those interrogative phrases Do you find yourself foolish enough to check on the never changing constant blank circle on the screens chat app Do you randomly feel like drifting away from your goals Do you hit your head hard , In the middle of the crowd , To break this thoughts and come back to 23 October,2017 And its just 5:21 to think of this silly questions...
4 comments
Read more

The shying words

How do you believe the moon isn't whispering your stories to someone aren't the chance of him whispering it to some writer high May be one of the reasons why you related to the story yesterday on Netflix May be that's how your crushes end up in your favorite color today May be that's how you cleared the interview today How do you know the moon isn't working on his script with your lines If you can believe someone that far How do we end up doubting the skin and flesh besides and around us If we don't hold expectations and grudges when it comes to him Why wonder for years over a message that din come through I don't understand how we whisper our secrets to the mountains and the sea but fear of losing them against the people we breathe with How do we trust the living forms breathing without the flesh over the living we can touch and feel How do I trust the paper with my words and strangers with my smiles With every question I pen I end of writing hope, belief, ...
Post a Comment
Read more

3 Hours

Hurry babes it's getting late . The mind keeps on knocking. This is right , mail sent!. And only one more task in your stack. But then again the mind alarms; Dear it's just 30 mins to 4:00 Knocking down the work , taking a deep breath you run. But then that evening takes you miles away . The breeze is much more -a touch, at that moment. The word echoing inside the ear, Suddenly mean everything. Beyond than just a song! The girl besides you is in a more hurry. The man is fixed into his work still, Although outside the four walls of timelines. The driver is trying to head-out in the traffic. And you seated here but planning for, Exactly a moment that is hours beyond from now And suddenly that jerk puts you down back into the car. And the mind knocks again -baby its 5:00 . Terrified my the thought when will the bus arrival? and that very second nothing matters neither present nor past. All that matters is ll the bus arrive at earliest and if not then? An...
3 comments
Read more