I need to be silent in process to create,
don’t take it as quite it’s state of deafening,
vehicle crossing by people rushing in street,
the same very street I use to roam years ago,
where I learned with my brother first bike of ours.
So silence takes me to memories down the lane,
where mama says stay awake till dinner
and I don’t remember how I wake up in my bed,
papa was there all night when I cried of growing pain.
Certain memories never leave you side,
they are like treasure in life box we call it family,
we don’t see each other often, mostly once in a year
it seems enough if we all glued with bond of love.
A love which stays in hearts no need of declaration,
no Facebook status, no sending cards,
what all we talk is weather food and health,
same old me and same old them
same old me and same old them….