Aliens

I was thinking about life on Earth;
an eternal series of death and birth.

A question rose, “Are we alone in the universe?”

If not, then is it better or worse?

The existence of aliens is real or not?

If real, then they are made up of what?

Do they look tall like a wall?

Or are they small like a doll?

Will they reach us someday?

Or will they make years of delay?

The concept of aliens is still a mystery!

I wonder what would be their history!

Amrit Versha

Indelible Span of Life

Nostalgia of my childhood days.

Few moments I want to embrace.

Those fights in the games.

How funny were the blames!

That craze for the toys,

tempting both girls and boys.

Love for carnivals,

joy in festivals.

Even a little lollipop

made me do hip-hop.

Dreams of being Alice.

Fantasizing of a palace.

Over small bruises, I wailed and cried.

And how by little patting, it died.

Terror and fear of ghost.

Witches scaring the innermost.

No burden of career.

No hurdles, no barrier.

But that was a past.

When did I play last?

I am changing every day.

That innocence has gone away.

But something is still there.

Yes, right in my heart here.

Like a child, I still rest on my mother’s bosom.

And, there is a care which is so awesome.

                            -Amrit Versha