My Copycat

Cutest of all and jumping around my way,

One who knows everything I have to say.

Mimicking my expressions to laughing on my clumsiness

But the one who fills my heart with happiness.

My Talking Tom with childlike innocence,

Knows to irritate me in any situation.

Copying my words and using them as an owner;

And I will be smirking, somewhere in a corner.

No surprise, that I try to do tit-for-tat;

But I cannot beat my Copycat!



Old House

She is standing at a distance, freezing and numb
That old place is calling her, the only home she knew once.
The one she had made with dreams and hopes,
In the corner of her heart, that is now closed.

To turn back or go ahead,
Little confused she is to go in past!
Is it right? Is it wrong? To peep into some days that no more last.

Walking at a snail’s pace, she reaches near her old home,
Leaning on dusting wall and looking through stained dome.
Her thoughts are changing the length of her lips,
while memories run down from happiness to scream.

The moment of realization has blown her mind,
It was a hollow place without the one with whom it was built.
The house will retain experiences and wisdom,
Time has come to lock its door, throw the keys and move forward.

Stepping ahead for a new home with new wings,
She looked back once and turned around with moist eyes.
Her tears no more resembles the sadness of loss,
The old home remains inimitable,
but the new home is her destiny to find new horizons!