Month: July 2019

Various shapes, sizes and color,
You need them, more the better.

Red yellow, Colors aloud,
A style statement, comfort about.

Tiny baby step, an athlete’s survival,
Spikes or not, l’il one’s new challenge.

On a rack, they rest all the time,
Don’t let them tire, without a fight.

Too many is a crowd, you may like,
They feel lonely, without feet above.

Let the feet, feel alive,
Help the feet, for what they deserve.

They are catchy, will sway,
Credit card limit reminds you, to run away.

Boys and girls, your feet know,
Without shoes, they get bored.

Not too long ago, I lived here,
A city that grew, by the minute,
Some like it while, some don’t,
She is my moon, with blemishes of her own.

Spread across, large crowds everywhere,
Yet we find places, for kids to play,
She has for decades, dealt with rulers,
Every time, she fought her way.

Broken bent and lost, rules always,
She doesn’t ever stop, to amaze,
Submissive over time, she is now learning to rise,
Outspoken she will be, and age agile.

Experience enriched her, still does,
She will never fall, and rust,
A new age, a new beginning,
Dynasties or not, may she sore away.

My love for her, will never end,
Hurt deeply, she will always return,
There is a reason, people always wish,
Delhi is, where your heart is.

Every being, fears the unknown,
Hopes to survive, the harsh competition.

Human or not, at some point in time,
Is scared, to take the first step.

Some learn, without help outside,
Some convict, with self conscious.

We like it or not, the unknown,
Teaches us, without doubt.

Some find it, a blessing in disguise,
Some term it, the devil’s mind.

You don’t know, everything,
You can’t control, anything.

You know, if you once did not,
Let the unknown, win your heart.