Hey there..Am here..
It's just a thought
which is kind of scrambled
trying to figure out
what it holds inside in that corner
intangiblity of it refrains me from counting,
but I need the count,
the number of scrmables I ought to possess
If yu know or understand,
hand over the Mantra
to hold affirm the countless scrambles
onto my heart but drain away
from shoals of uncertainty

Only the Voice is Mute

Only the voice is mute..

I can hear your scream though, when you threw the ball to me,
I was lying there and stared at your knee.
You jumped down from that wall
and I came running to your call,
you untied the neat curtains
as soon as I placidly tied them.

My scream was not loud enough
for you to get to the shower,
but still yesterday managed
to coax you to have you to uncover.
There you spilled the water,
less on yourself and more on me.
You listened to none of my many talks,
while I had to hear all of yours.

Tidy uniform you don't let be
with the school tie never to the neck
so I leave it to the heck.
The doctors said no but I kept you alive,
for yu to leave me at an age of ten-1 so naive.

You jumped on the chair and refused to wear your shorts,
On turning around you disappeared to tease me lots.
Again my eyes saw you, none believed me,
but i rushed in the salon calling your Pa to see
On returning the creepers hid you,
but I knew was there, my Kid you !!
They proved me wrong,
but I combed your hair
which you quiffed and let them for me to care.
Oiling them was never a chance,
but I nurtured it when you dance
to the tune
of the cartoon of France.

After all the convince, your Pa was in surmise,
but all jsu believed your demise.
You held my hand when I lay on the bed,
why on the wall did you climb which , all say, led you dead.
But I still watch you 'Bye-ing' me today.
For all those mischiefs, I wouldn't whine,
come again the next day fine.
For today I surreptiously see you in the drawer
your infant face framed so cute,
Right now...Only the Voice is mute !!