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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

Thankful

Are you okay?
Yes I am..
But I wasn't ,
As I responded to that,
Because what else to say,
When you aren't,
Are you feeling good?
Yes I am..
When I wasn't,
But how will it help,
If I responded for real,
Do you need water?
Yes I want..
But just shut down,
The surrounding chatter,
With infinite laughter,
I couldn't bear,
The noise,
Inside me growing larger,
Than my voice that was,
Shaking my exterior poise,
My daughter,
Came closer..
As she held my,
trembling hand,
As she whispered,
Mom, it will get better..
My partner,
Looked at me,
And wanted me to know..
It's okay,
Not to be okay,
Getting drunk,
And throwing up..
Is all part of growing up,
Till the part,
Where you start loving,
Just water again..
My mom and dad,
Comforted me, 
That although sad as it looks,
Things aren't that bad..
As explained by the books,
Relationships and people,
Are the ones that make you stable,
While everything else,
Can topple,  
Well, there will be loads of trouble,
But more than that the faces..
That can't bear the sight , as you fumble,
While they will not let you stumble,
You can can carry on the indefinite grumble,
I took a deep breath,
And felt a touch,
Works isn't life and death..
It's just a bridge,
That's built as such,
To take you from one,
Destination to another,
So even if it ends halfway..
Without giving much of a direction,
Or Outreach,
Try to take some rest,
Before going any further..
Because the destination you seek,
Needs a closer peak,
Or it's time to switch to another...
 
*Dedicated to all the one's, who got impacted by recent layoffs. Don't loose hope !
* pic courtesy : pinterest artist Anne Watkins

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