TOUCH-ME-NOT...

When the rainbows paint the sky,

Bloom and glow, may I  ?

Through all the rain and the summer dew,

I’ll fly, when I’m invisible to u.

But if the sun’s ray shall sparkle upon me,

Touch me not, my dear;

For I might dissolve into me.

When the sun shines bright,

I’ll sing through to my hearts delight.

Like an angel from the sky,

With my white knight by the river side.

But if that melody shall lead you to me,

Touch me not, my love;

For you might stop my heart beat.

When the silver moon lights;

My heart would dance through the night.

And the winds shall lift me high;

Swaying like the winters butterfly.

But seeing me waltz in my dreams,

Touch me not, my dear;

For you might wake me from my dream.

A LIFE OF CLAY

The first time we shun from the sight of it.

The second time we may pray.

The third ;some ,like me , may even get nightmares

By the fourth it becomes  a common sight for your gaze.

You turn the papers in despair,

News of some killed, photos of many slayed.

You turn numb with each passing day.

Kids scattered like their treasured toys,

Dreams shattered , broken beyond repair.

A life hardly lived; a dream barely dreamt.

Some saved for a reason they want not.

Only to be shot again for their unknown mistakes:

To be born in their land; to be born under a name;

The colour of their skin; the faith in their prayers.

The cries of hundreds hidden;The prayers of others wishing to be dead.

The father, the mother and all kin besides,

The newly weds, the one-to-be-born ,all relation awaiting a life’s ray.

All those see-you-soon and take-care hugs,

Farewell  with a kiss , alas! Returned in a coffin box.

They say the end would happen when the gods descend from heaven.

Look carefully , oh foolish souls! Your graveyard you dug when you bombed your neighbors’  son.