Two Words

On an usual summer evening,
Two Words met at a crossroad.
They thought, they knew each other,
But did not know the other’s abode.

Were they surprised at this encounter
Or was just another meeting, who knows!
They stood there stiff not knowing what to say,
Stealing a look now and then as the night arose.

Who knew the paradoxes of life will met
On an inglorious summer evening.
But then, is it not life filled with such
Unceremonious dates till end, from beginning?

The flow of thoughts is incomplete here (may be sometime later I may take it to “logical conclusion”)… but then it is complete too.  Is it not the paradox of life (or may be thought) evident here? (one says complete, the other says incomplete :-))

The day I was reborn!

A day like another.
The unusualness not so unique.
Nothing to mark out new.
Strength dead in sinew.

Life seemed to be dragging
The future looked bleak.
The goals were not defined,
Nor were steps aligned.

Time would be running short
But no one to kick
So was the motion slow.
Lacked the luster and glow.

Moved out of the office
Or was I a freak
To be so late.
An important date!

The bike stopped at signal
Heard screech of brakes
What I remember now is:
The cold-dead death’s kiss.

Was I ignored by Him
Or an encounter as fake
Whatever it may be,
I lived to see.

This day and many
More shall I make
Before the curtain is drawn.
Till then, the game is on.

The day I was reborn!