Running Out Of Gas

There is nothing as abrupt

As cooking gas running out on you

When food is half cooked

Half raw, just a mess,

After pouring flour into water

And the meat is reddish grey

Your stomach is very empty

And the shops are all closed.

Your house has everything

That cannot be eaten uncooked

There is nothing as abrupt

As cooking gas running out on you

And do you know humans      

Humans run on gas

It’s the breath of God

That keeps them running

In and out they breath to live

And though with a cooking gas

You could get a regulator

To monitor the level remaining

Not with a human soul.

Day in day out

Souls run out of gas

Abruptly

In the middle of cooking

In the middle of life

Just like that

The cylinder runs empty

And life ends

You and I have no idea

At what level is our gas cylinder

And so as you breath in and out

Running up and down

Doing this and that

Just know at some point

Your gas cylinder will run empty

The question is,

Will the food be cooked?

That Billboard

That billboard

Whose work is that?

That work is mine,

I’m the model on the billboard

That work is mine

I’m the product’s brand manager

That work is mine

I conceptualized the ad

That work is mine

I designed the layout

That work is mine

I printed the billboard

That work is mine

I hung the billboard

That billboard

Whose work is that?

The Help

She wasn't perfect
But her offering was enough.
Early she rose to start her day
Dusting,wiping, washing, drying.
Some dust would not be discovered
Some stains would stick through,
Some dirt would be left untouched
Some colors would be bleached
Some glasses and plates broken
Some food burnt, some milk spilled.
Our help,
She wasn't perfect
But her offering was enough.

She wasn't perfect
But her help was enough
Feeding and changing the boy
Though too often this happened
When the gate creaked to be opened
Befriending the playful soul
Though too often he was ignored
When he acted too much his age
Managing the household during the day
Though too often the house became her paradise
Where all she did was indulge in a retreat
Our help,
She wasn't perfect
But her help was enough.

And now she is gone
Though that's not enough,
She just left abruptly
Like it's nothing she was doing
For us to continue uninterrupted
And though the heart skipped a beat
Generating a new rhythm,
The song of life transposes
All I can is learn the new music
And catch up with the melody.
For our help
Though now gone
Life goes on as well.