A Hat for You and A Hat for Me

Wear an October hat

and come lets sing and chat

watch the natures tricks

and bake a lot of story bricks

build a huge story house with them

windows of silly and doors of inspiring gems

rooms full of songs for you and me

and cool breeze from rivers and sea

wear an October hat

and come with me

there is so much to do before the winter knocks

lets paint the porch with warmth and love

break the fences keep the doors open to all

a place to dream, a place to start, a place to break all walls

just wear an October hat

and come join me

come even if you have a Ghost on your tree house 

getting ready for Halloween

or a  Caterpillar which eats cakes and ice creams

and hates greens

© SOMKRITYA

Flute

 Beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Comes from faraway lands

Goes further beyond

Gathers wisdom from under the huge rocks

From the small shrubs who have never seen sun

Contentment from streams that never met their sea

From scattered seeds that never grew a shoot

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Brings twinkling messages of courage

From the stars still sparkling but long gone

From birds living in cement world

Fom the unsung but powerful verses

From trees braving dark and humans

From the paths eager to see a traveler

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Whispers stories of wrinkled eyes

patience and memories they hold

From the attic and its old world charms

From the battle field it brings selflessness

And the longing from a soldiers home

Carries brave stories and cheers

when people stand up for each other

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Touches the poles and equator

Caresses all the oceans and mountains

Tells me now is not the time to stop

Tells me keep going till there is life

Tells me death is a journey why mourn

Tells me pray when you can

Play when you can

Do not forget to make friends where ever you go

And call your loved ones

Kato’Ki

When I was a kid

i wanted to become a pirate

sail to far away lands

find treasure troves

and fight the sea dragons

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a knight

Flash huge swords and win wars

kill the bad kings

and save people from monsters

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a detective

solve cases like nancy drew

help the police

and earn a badge

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a teacher

who would understand kids just like me

who would listen to us

and help us understand our dreams

when i was a kid

i wanted to grow up

do a lot of things

yet not change a bit

and that i did

and became a story teller

tell me one thing that is not possible

and i will weave you a story

of how it can be done

that is the beauty

when the kid inside

never says good bye

for the kid inside

every thing is magical

everybody is somebody

every dream is important

and nothing is impossible

if only you would believe

so if you are like me

   who belives in magic and dreams

come let’s weave stories together

  and give others new dreams

   if you are not like me but do like me

  let’s share and see how far our dreams go

and if you are not like me and do not like me

oh boy the things i have for you

in my bag

you would not believe 🙂

* Kato’Ki means, “Lets help each other” in Cakchiquel, the Mayan language spoken by the people in Patzun.

Safar(सफ़र)

We started the journey(सफ़र)

Of the known and unknown

The day we were born

The day we shook hands with death

And agreed to meet him somewhere in between

Or in the end as he called it

And then spent the life wishing never to see him again

Somewhere in this journey we found ourselves

We lost ourselves

We understood, got confused

And in this journey

we trusted God

we blamed God

Ignoring, avoiding, being indifferent to suffering around

And still hoped and prayed for his mercy

Somewhere in this journey

We became rebels

 Stood for values

 Fought for one

 Agreed with none

Stood up for something’s

And regretted not standing for that one

Somewhere the hope died

Somewhere a new shoot was born

Rainbow failed to show up

Sun peeked through heavy clouds

Somewhere in this journey we found love

Lost it, all heart broken

To be filled with love and warmth again

Or may be never

Some rivers found their oceans

Some lost their route or the zest

Somewhere in the journey

                                                          Some found courage,

                                               some lived with conscience muted

Some wrote, some listened

Some got married and some..

Well some of them still say single makes sense

Some lived happily ever after

And some never found out what it was

And in these alleys of the life we travelled

                                              We ran, we gave up and sat for a while

And in these alleys of life we expressed

Sometimes we howled out loud

   Sometimes we muffled the screams and the laughter

And just let our body talk

And in these alleys of life we lived

Dying every night

Coming to life every morning

Wishing for more, hoping for less

What ever worked…

And in these alleys of life

We met death

Some called him, embraced him

And some begged for another chance

Sometimes he came straight to us

And sometimes he just shook hands and said

Some other time

And in these alleys life ended

 life began..