Fulla'questions


Who am i?
In this worldly quest,
One that has no rest,
Trying to reach the crest?
And be one of the best?


What is in this mortal life?
One that is full of strife,
Like walking on the edge of a knife.


What is the end for which I am here?
Is an end at all there?
What are the means for the end?
To reach how much should I bend?
Should I follow the worldly trend?
Of amassing riches,
Or should I do soul searches?


What is true happiness?
Is it money mindedness?
Or a mind full of kindness?
What is the difference between need and greed?
When will need turn to greed?
Or is it enough if I stick to my feed?


Who will answer my questions?
Amidst their worldly tensions.
Who will answer my questions?

Stealing her heart!

Its time
She is expecting his shrieks and cries
And there she hears
She rushes,for, he is her dear
But he refuses,
Turns his face away this way and that
And she yells-you brat
In it goes for the first time, soon after.

He continues his pranks,
Cries and acts gagged,
Its not long before,
He slips into oblivion,
Seeing the white wonder amidst golden jewels,
At times seeing the black cacophoner,
Perching here and there,
And there it goes the next gulp,
Totally unaware-of its passage.

Realizing-he continues the gag-unordered,
Tired and slightly harried,
She entices, enacts and croons,
He for one is resolute,
Not for long,
She wins and he wins too!
There goes the last one.

She just let him down,
And turned to see how he looks,
Afraid that she wasnt the best cook,
What a sight to behold,
Of smeared hand work,
Decorated by fleshy pouts,
Its now her turn,
To turn oblivious,
There he goes with his mumbles and fumbles,
Distractingly yet stealing her heart.