Fairy Tale

I've been searching since the day i lost him,

Yet being unsure when i lost him.

I know that nobody can bring him back

so that he is gone for ever.

He knew only the world of toys

Where fairy tales where the highest truths.

And as he knew nothing,

he worried never on anything.

I know he will never be back

still i wanna search him so that

this gloomy mind will keep itsef 

breathing upto the end.

He was the child whom i lost.

He was the child whom everybody lost.

We gained a new man that day,

who is nothing but a projection of a shadow.

The fairy tales are all gone,

leaving the scent of old books here.

The child whom i lost has reached

the world where the fairy tales are true.

His life had only dreams

which were not merely eating and fucking.

His dreams were his breath.

Now they have become fairy tales.

I know the people who killed him,

they told they loved him.

They poisoned him and 

i don't know why they hate kids.

I don't know where they buried him

I have made a tomb in my heart 

Which i filled with old tales and dreams.

A tomb, beautiful like a dollhouse.

The Teacher

Outside the window while the blue was cloudy
Came a butterfly which seemed very gloomy.
It brought to that moment something from the past
Which I could feel as a vacuum in my mind.
The butterfly may not be sad yet I couldn’t feel otherwise.
It was like a stranger in a desert, the butterfly in the city.
Its delicate wings took me miles and miles,
Neglecting the rules of heavens for a few moments.

Why is he so gloomy? Marvel could not just stop.
His wings are free and he could flutter anywhere.
Still , lost in the city and all alone.
Can be the meaninglessness of a life,
Which is only a few months long!
Or the death of a flower which it loved most,
Or it can be the lack of choices while,
Imaginations overtake reality by a few miles.

Outside the window a car passed by with a child,
Whose smile was the most beautiful thing I could find.
I too waved him back with a smile which was lacking for years.
When I came back to the butterfly, it was not there
I could see it soaring away and may be singing a silent song,
But the sadness was gone from his face.
I wonder what happened to his mood during this bout.
And this is why people say, ”Life is crazy.”