I MISS MY GUY

It is not bout the talks,
It is not bout the evening walks;
It is not bout the warmth of a hug;
It is not bout the crazy bug;
but it is bout what we call the inability to meet..

Yes,it used to be an instant call,
Whenever I needed you,you were there for all;
For the world around me the issue is not a hype,
Coz..I get to see you through skype;

I remember you at my every juncture,
And so I am writing this down in the eco lecture;
Whenever it rains and I wanna have a pakora on bike,
Its only those moments and you who strikes;

Sometimes I fail to cope up with my mind,
And its your voice around me I find,
Whatever comes out from me,its you,
Even though we talk so much,for me the mins will always be few;

You know its always truth from me and never a lie,
Only I know how much I miss my guy;
No matter what,I will give this phase a try,
As I write this,there's a tear in my eye...

AND HE WENT ON SHOUTING....

The roads were all deserted,
Not a single soul to witness
The sirens of the vans could be heard,
Checking the city for a test of fitness.

The children were not playing in the streets,
The sweet shops had no charm;
everything was dark and deep,
With our saviors holding guns and arms.

The woman was crying in pain,
With relatives praying to the Almighty,
All ways of convincing the guard went in vain;
His husband waited in anxiety.

The joy of becoming a father,
Fathomed by her sufferings of labor;
This curfew that has brought it all,
With a gynae just in neighbor.

Her situation was critical,
And the risks were high,
With every cry of hers;
He gave a sigh.

Finally it happened,
That a new life was born,
But with this new light;
The source was gone.

Her husband was happy,
With tears in his eye;
What is this bloody law and order,
That my heart had to die.

He came out with revenge on his mind,
People with weapons,shouting at him he could find;
His closed his fist and gave the guard a punch,
The black commodore stepped ahead,shot him dead and alas a sound of 'CRUNCH'.

The troop came and looked at everything;
And went on shouting "DECORUM.....DECORUM".