I Wish.

I wish you a happy day
The beauty of rain, sun and misty hay.
I wish you a blue sky
And puddles of cranberry pie.
I wish you the white doves
And a pair of vermilion gloves.
I wish you the wishing star fairy
So you may be a little less weary.

But every night in the silent rhyme
Like a playful poet of mime,
I wish you all my forgotten love
And every little thing I have.

A Pencil Sketch.

His  first pencil sketch resembled the perfect disorder of various shades of black and white, intended to portray a scenic imagery the ones you find in Ruskin Bond books, having the entire package of a hut in the backdrop of chevron hills, flaunting a sunset, the familiar picture, the first any kid learns, before the dark reality and polluted gutters of the neon lit urban jungle infiltrates the white pages of the memory, leaving behind a notion of being cheated in the sweet delicacies of  youth, for to paint a grey world in shades of black and white has always challenged great artists, let alone that little boy with a puritan spirit.