puresmiles

World of loneliness I admire it a lot, Some times I close my eyes to be alone, Lost in my own thoughts, A world just for me, Too good to be shared World of loneliness Of great imaginations, Starry nights and icy winds, Fragrance of fresh Jasmine and rose, Lovely music of the sea shore, A beautiful world created in my world of loneliness. World of loneliness Now-a-days loneliness a thorn in my heart, Same starry nights and icy winds, Freezes me with pain, Jasmines no more smell good, Loneliness an everlasting pain World of loneliness Away from you, I feel loneliness, Tears wet my eyes, Thoughts of the lost happiness, Rejoicing even the worst loneliness, Life was a joy then. World of loneliness Shroud of darkness covers me, Awaiting a little candle light, A dark glass room just me and my loneliness, To wade away this eternal darkness, Bliss not away from me. World of loneliness Many people around me, Yet I feel alone and so lonely, May be your absence created it, These feelings not perma

I see her everyday, With a smile on her wrinkled face, I don’t know her much, But she has a cute smile for everyone she sees, A dull, old, torn, red sari that she wears, And a little bag that she hangs on her hip is her only material asset. I see her everyday, Her face bright with turmeric, A huge red round ‘bindhi’ on her forehead, No jasmines to adorn her head, But she makes sure there is a flower before her God, So systematic she lives. I see her everyday, People never mind her presence, An ordinary scavenger by profession, Work, to clean the toilets everyday and keep it spic and span, I have never seen her brood for it, She sits on one corner of the rest room, waiting for people to order her. I see her everyday, Heartless people spit everywhere, Which she cleans without regret and fretting, That little place seems to be her heavenly abode, I was surprised to see her eat and sleep there, Wonder will any one of us do that. I see her everyday, Though an illiterate, she loves to browse

I have a dream, To wake up in the morning, without thoughts of work, To get ready to work, without thoughts of my manager, To dress up neatly, without thoughts of my colleagues, To eat my food at ease, without thoughts of carry over work, To wave my family good bye, without any thoughts of the late night return, I have a dream. I have a dream, To drive my vehicle, without thoughts of the day’s meetings, To greet a colleague, without thoughts of his early coming, To sit in the workstation, without thoughts of the work burden, To check mails, without thoughts of receiving a stinker, To smile cheerfully, without thoughts of the work to begin, I have a dream. I have a dream, To smoke my cigarette, without thoughts of the unfinished coding, To eat delicious lunch, without thoughts of the new projects, To think of onsite work, without thoughts of long line of competitors, To work smartly, without thoughts of the deadlines to meet, To chat with friends, without thoughts of the pending work, I