different....

Standing by the tree, I see the kids playing…
I go to them but I am shunned…
You are different they say…stay away they say…
Is that when on me it dawned??

I see the school kids sitting….
By the playground picking…
With whom they wanna play…
You are different they say….you stay away they say….
Those words are still pricking…

Still flushed with shame…
I grow and reach my college…
Few can do the same….
So I sit by a group….they raise their brows and say
You are different….you stay away…

I see the love of my life…walking by the road…
Hand in hand with a guy…he is so like her…
Oh how I wish he be her brother!!!
I go to her and say all I want to say…
She looks at me and smiles….

You are different she says…
But I know what it means now…as I turn away…
She holds my hand and says…
You are so different from the crowd…
That is what makes you unique….

And now I understand……
This difference is what made me stand out…
How else did I do what I did...?
How else did I get what I got…?

And today if they say
You are different…
No more is there hostility…
All I feel is the admiration behind it….

And I smile at them…
Oh Yes! Am so different…..

in search of a miracle....

Days pass by…and here I lie….
Not bothered…unaffected…..
Storms fly by….but here I lie…
Waiting for a miracle unprecedented….

They ask me….what ails you…
But what do I know…..
They search me for thoughts…
I still don’t know…what eats me so….

I see the dreams I wished to live…
The dreams once so near….
I almost felt them on my fingertips…
The thought itself so hard to bear….

I hear the sound of the success…
That once was what that kept me going….
The sound that once deafened me…
Now replaced by a silence so annoying…

I breathe the air in, but can it give me life?
I drink water, but can it quench my thirst?
I eat, but can it make me go on for long?
I see, but can I see the sight that greeted me first?

And so, the days pass by.... here I lie…
Not bothered…unaffected….
Storms fly by…but here I lie….
Waiting and waiting for a miracle so unprecedented……

far apart....

distance...do you know what it means...
its not measured in miles, kms or inches
its not the time you take either
itsnot the mundane road that you take each day to reach work
its not even that bloody traffic jam that you wade through
its not the voyage the river takes to sea or ships take through sea

its what we have between me and you
its the space that I can only hope to cover
its those words that i am still looking for
its those thoughts that, today, we chose to keep to ourselves...