When I was a kid


When I was a kid I wanted to be a doctor
See what I am about to become but a lawyer
I started with biology dealing with anatomy
But now I am a case which understands only methodology.

The Constitution gives us rights
Which makes an inside me a stronger plight
Debris with a tight buckle
A free life but with shackle
Article 21 gives us the right to life
Which I always want it to be naïve.

And the latest news I heard of myself
I am a fresh duper in this shelf
In the building of a life
Amid the plunge of a deep dive.

I wanna be a billionaire


I wanna be a billionaire
I wish to be a damn care!

I can freak out with many rags
Since I could be the next Bill Gates

Angelina will do with the dyes
Brad Pitt will shoo away the cries.

You will see me shine that day
All who read this today.

I will buy accessories
I will fry dignitaries.

I will gift you an island
And we will be in the wonderland.

Oh yes I can be a billionaire
I can be a damn care.

Who are you?

I can’t hear though you speak close by me
I no longer see you as a friend whom I used to think you could be
Hey you are still little; you are still juvenile
So everyone supposes you to be in your confine.

Your mama told you to be dutiful
Your papa told you to be watchful
What has happened to you???
You are a question to yourself as ‘Who’.

I am the one who has seen you change
I am not the one who wants to find the maze
For I am also confused what you do
For I am the casualty in our zoo.

A lil chirp

I wanted a pencil
I wished for a paper
To draw what a wrapper
I can be with the deal.

Overnight I kept a watch
Shun my sleep
But oh lovely morning
You brought me Hope.

I hear sweet birdsong
Charming day is ahead
So lovely is your vox
May I embrace you lil chirp
And hold on your agility in bosom?

I am afraid to shun my eyes
I am willful to impede your byes
I will be distressed to see you go
I will be happy to keep you so
Because your pleasing aureole is an oddity…

A jughead

Sometimes I forget you
But most of the times I miss you
Missing you is not a habit
Forgetting you is not my mistake.

Where it hoped far ago
Detest surfaces intruding hope.
No more the bell rings
No more the heart throbs.

I thought we were in a circle
We will never be lost.
But you wake me up from my dream
And you showed the crossway.

How wonderfully I receive your salutation!
Criticizing and beseeching alongside
You repeat I am the wrong
And plead to come back.

I never block out your shed
I must be a jughead
I wanna forgive you
But I don’t wanna be with you.