P.S. I love you...

Its been too much time we have been fighting along..

So many moments wasted….so many feelings went wrong…

Can we give it a try to make everything right…

Can we give it a try…to love and not to fight..

I know what hurts you the most is that fact that I loose control..

U know what hurts me the most…are the taunts that keep coming on a roll..

I know what makes u feel bad is that…I scream and I shout…

U know what makes me feel bad…is the way…you ask me to count…

See… baby life is beyond all this petty fights and temper…

And beyond anger and annoyance is a fact we should always remember..

That deep down inside we know we love and care..

And we gotta be there..

So lets give it a try to make everything right….

And I think I should start by saying…I love you…with all my might…

And maybe I’m a crazy lover….you’ll ever find..

And maybe I still remember that movie P.S I love you…and that time…

And maybe I want to tell you….are we done yet..like that hero in the movie said for the first time..

And maybe I’ll hug u tight and never let you go…

And maybe kiss you all night…and with every kiss…hug u even close..

And maybe…take u in my arms and cherish you forever..

And maybe.., kiss your forehead and say…with you I feel better…

And maybe…everyone goes and we get to spend time with each other..

And tell u how much I missed you all these days. And I cannot take it further.

And may be…tell u how I feel like having along my side..

And tell you…it was amazing when today u kissed me and hugged me tight..

And maybe…whispers in your ears…sweetheart I love you..

And maybe u smile back and say…I love you too…

And maybe I fall in love with your dimples like I have fallen a million times before..

And still tell.. I need you more than ever before…

Hey…I don’t know what to write to what to say..

Guess my poetry is going for a toss…as m losing my way…

So just want to tell you… I love you…

And…I love you….and I love you…

And I love……

P.S. I LOVE YOU

That Child on the steert

You start from your home, nice and dressed,

Had your cup of tea, and breakfast hand in hand,

As you take to the road, you hit a red light,

And on the corner of the street you can see a child crying,

Tattered clothes, burnt feet and skin turning to coal,

Did he eat something last night, or is he starving to the soul

His parents lie next to him, oblivious of his cries,

Another waste of moment, next to them lies,

You start to wonder, why was he born,

Children are like roses, was he meant to grow up as a thorn,

While your own children play with the toys

These have been cursed and banished from all the joys

The teardrops vanish and leave a trail on his cheeks,

Compassion craved his childhood bleeds

Turning to bones, his body giving up on hunger,

His today bleak, his tomorrow getting blurred

Where the hell are those human rights activists,

Are they blind, or can’t they see this happening,

What is the government doing about these children,

Or they are just going to watch them as they overrun

Can’t anyone go and help them out, or may be give them food,

Take them away from the monstrous parents and send them to child rehabilitation for good,

No will do anything, everyone is selfish,

How you wished, something could be done about all this,

The signal turns to green, the momentary thoughts of kindness just vanish away,

And you are again on the street, worried about the day,

This is what we are, this is what we do,

Can’t we do something beyond thinking and do something needful,

Maybe stop on that red-light and buy that poor some food,

Or may be tell those blindfolded children producing machines the truth,

That they are your children, not meant to be born and used,

Or may be call a rehab center to help those children grow,

Or may be get together and let the government know,

Can we do something , that humanity demands and needs

Can we do something about that child on the street.