Miracles..

Unfortunately i had got up late against my habits.
i walked more than a forty feet distance for a wash.
I couldn restrain my reverse geared thoughts.
Had it been my home, things would be drastically different.
Breakfast would have been on my desk.
A refreshing tea too would have arrived soon.
I would have left in my dad's car by this time.
Memories back,I decided to go ahead with the day's plan.
My nose felt the visible smell on my washed fingers.
It was the residue of my lest favourite sunday breakfast.
I wished for a miracle.

After sometime, I got into my destined bus.
Inside i noticed a woman in shabby clothes.
She also had a child held in her hips.
At first i thought they were under fed.
But my judgement proved to be very wrong.
They haven seen anything close to food for days.
Now they needed food even more than money.
I was thinking over the ways i could help them.
Suprisingly a stranger woman gave them some left meals.

Suddenly it dawned upon me.
I had always believed a flying-horse as a miracle.
The reality is, a galloping horse itself is a miracle.
i was abashed at my earlier fussed thoughts.

I looked outside through my window,
The sun was glowing brightly.
The roadside flowerbeds were glooming.
It was definitely a gleaming day.
The residual aroma was still lingering.
I was experiencing a miracle.

Gift to Magi

Your deep black eyes with eternal love for me;
Cracked rosy lips with xclusive smile for me;
Fair n short fingers that fondly hugs me;
Your unbeatable fragrance whichs special to me;
Delicious delicacies you have cooked for me;
Your stylish ways of saree that gave fashion to me;
The pain you have always beared for me and above all
Your lingered wisdom that guided to compose me;
Are all God's "Gift to me" and
Testimonial for her(God's) mercy.