Renovating

Jumbled thoughts fencing inside,
How, when, what and why?
Sitting alone facing the sea
Experiencing the dual high tide

Unknown fury dwelling,
Accompanied by a weep
Thoughts maintain their existence
And the mess continues blending

The unnamed emotion peaks
Restless, puzzled and drained
Enclosing the atmosphere
Outside and inside, it finally rained

Awaiting the exertion, I rise
And I gaze at that tide again
With sweet silence and immobility
Untying the mysterious pain

I scream into the breeze
And explodes a splash,
Into the sea and in me
There I am, melting the freeze

That unknown emotion still existing
But here I am, renovating
Still renovating.

-Ady
(1st August,2008)

Atypical Transition

A boy, unnamed
A little ignorant
A little lazy
And a little more than imperfect

Would misplace almost everything
Often himself as well
Very careless and forgetful
Wounded, and again he fell

Towel on the bed
Two different socks a pair
And never on expected time
Disoriented, unorganized and despair

Responsibility lacked existence
And so did his presence where necessary
Unappreciated, humiliated
Usually dazed and hardly merry

Up came the downfall
With sudden forced opportunities
Different city and finally responsibilities
Endeavor he shall

Incomplete approaching completion
Cocoon slowly exploding
Welcome atypical transition
Replace, alter and renewing

A boy, now a little named.

-Ady
(10th June, '08)