Growing Down

All of us grow on on and on.

Won’t it be fun to try and grow down?

Think how cool and pretty would it be,

If one fine morning we are back in class three.

Be free of tension grief and sorrow,

And chase a rabbit out of its burrow.

To watch a butterfly glide, flapping its wings,

And be unmindful of all material things.

To be a youngster, active hearty and hale,

And for just one day, not to worry of mail.

To enjoy the rain, all of its drops,

And spend a day without weeps and mops.

Stop for a minute in this wanton race,

Pause and have a look, at your own face.

You’ll see someone unknown to you

The face of almost all but seen by few.

That is the face common to all desperate,

Those who want their status to merely escalate.

Hang on for a moment, think where you are,

Is this what you wanted? Or have you gone too far?

So move on, but keep this in mind,

You live only once, a rebirth never will you find.

Happy Birthday Yashin

O, you are my sweetest friend,

In all my troubles, a hand you’ve lend.

O Yashin, I love you so much,

‘Coz in my heart, you did touch.

All it takes is your one smile,

To close the gap, be it a mile.

We’ve been together for years eleven,

Together from the age of one less seven.

You’re so cute, you’re so handsome.

You cause no problems, neither are you troublesome.

I wish you my dear, a happy seventeen,

Just two more years, and you’re out of your teen

I wish you have a wholesome life,

And may you get a choicest wife.

Hope we remain friends for ever,

I love you always, forget me never.

Happy birthday Yashin, my friend,

Wanna be with you, until my end.

Michael Jackson – A Tribute

The beginning was humble.

The end was poignant.

He was just one among five,

In his family troop “The Jackson Five”.

His debut single was a simple one.

“I want you back” which was a number one.

In his group, he played the best part,

Which caused his troop to top the charts.

He starred a role in “Wizard of Oz”

Where he met impresario Quincy Jones.

He gave out his first solo “Off the wall”

With which, his faces came up on the walls.

Then came “Thriller” the elegant,

Which transformed him to a true legend.

None of its likes ever came,

And he rose into Pop’s Hall of Fame.

On “Thriller’s” wake came more hits,

Much of runaway hits like “Beat it”.

“Bad” came out as the third,

And “Dangerous” was worldwide heard.

“HIStory” was his story.

“Invincible” ends his story.

Dance was in his blood and bone,

His moonwalk, entirely his own.

He loved his time on stage,

Separated from which, he felt like in a cage.

Truly a legend, truly the “King of Pop”,

His glory was pristine, which nothing could mope.

You do not listen to him merely,

But you experience him merrily.

Controversies were his friends.

Which made him appear a fiend.

He loved children and childhood,

For his, was void of anything good.

Stage was his home, mike was his sword.

Music was his life, and dance, his soul.

He was not a person, but a personality

He donated in person, to charity.

The Thriller is gone but the Trill will remain.

My dear MJ, In our hearts you will remain.