Naughty

If I were only a little puppy, not your baby,
mother dear,
would you say "No" to me
if I tried to eat from your dish?

Would you drive me off, saying to me,
"Go away, you naughty little puppy"?

Then go, mother, go!
I will never come to you when you call me
and l never let you feed me any more.

If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby,
mother dear,
would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?

Would you shake your finger at me and say,
"What an ungrateful wretch of a bird!
It is gnawing at its chain day and night"?

Then go, mother, go!
I will run away into the woods;
I will never let you take me in your arms again.

-- Crescent Moon : Tagore --

Withering shoulders

The plays are over
and when the day is done
sorry - age and angst remain.

Meera..
May I borrow your withered shoulders
to melt myself down,
for once - dear?

'For Calvin, Hobbes and few others'

"This morning I had a wonderful dream. By holding my arms out stiff and pushing down hard, I found I could suspend myself a few feet above the ground. I flapped harder, and soon I was soaring effortlessly over the trees and telephone poles! I could fly!

I folded my arms back and zoomed low over the neighbourhood. Every one was amazed, and they ran along under me as I shot by. Then I rocketed up so fast that my eyes watered from the wind. I laughed and laughed, making huge loops across the sky.

That’s when mom woke me up and said I was going to miss the bus if I didn’t get my bottom out of bed; twenty minutes later, here I’m standing in the cold rain, waiting to go to school, and I just remembered I forgot my lunch."

(An excerpt from Bill Watterson's Calvin and Hobbes)

--- For the one who affectionately took me to the charming world of 'Calvin and Hobbes' and for the one who helped me rediscover the not so naughty child inside me, with love! ---