Stuck a Slave

Every now and then i sit down,

I have a chat with my friend in the sky.

The round one that illuminates us at night.

Hearing his story, I cant help but smirk.

He says he's bounded to our skies,

Enters them every evening, and stays on till dawn

He tries to run, he tries to escape

but the spring of time brings him back

to stay bounded to those skies

I listen to his ordeal,

his anguish at being tied down.

And with an after thought,

my smile vanishes.

Its not a well hidden secret,

but then again,

I too am the slave,

not of the skies, not of the horizons,

but of the elements enchanting my blood,

my eyes, my mind and my heart.

As if reading my mind,

My friend from the sky looks down upon me,

and says,

"Brother, We're both Stuck a Slave"

Varun Anand
28th June, 2007
(C) DATACORP

Wrote this sitting in my car, waiting for mom and dad to finish their shopping...

The Butterfly Effect

You see them once, and you smile

In shades of blue, green, yellow and gray,

the spring carried on their wings

and they shower happiness on all.

Butterflies never make you sad,

they ride on winds of bliss.

But then, there are others

the kinds that flutter inside you.

The ones you cant see,

but those that can calm you

and make you nervous all the same.

Otherwise still,

they flutter with the batting of an eyelid,

the advent of a smile,

the forming of a dimple,

or a shine of the eye.

They don't make you queasy,

they light you up to red.

These butterflies in the tummy,

they come and go,

just hope this time,

I can sail through them though.

Varun Anand
DATACORP
3 : 30 PM
11th June, 2007

(Sitting in the Indiapicture office, with nothing to do for a change - and thoughts running through my head!)