Roads don’t move

Is this the time passing or I?

On the road of life, I stand to think

How far I travelled and long to go

Packs of days, piles of dates

Tick-tock nonstop moving years

Temper of the moment chooses my step

Drag as a snail when sorrow graves

Time stands still but beats race

Amble through the days; asking them to pass

And one fine day, they fly! I want to ease

I plead them to rest in all the bliss

But they are stubborn creatures with wings

How conveniently they change the pace

I keep on adjusting my clogs to chase  

A look on self, made me realize

Roads don’t move days are same

It’s me that is passing by!


© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.


Five School Girls

Onlookers can vouch; how pretty they look

A bunch of sunflowers, five school girls!

Sipping through the lime, giggling with joy

Oblivious of surrounds; engrossed in the talks

Glitter in their eyes says it all

Life is beautiful; you believe it or not!

If time can stop and moment can freeze

Someone please click this blissful frame

They still, the same, in their forties

Carefree and sassy school girls at heart!



© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.