His sweet voice and harsh noise.....

I felt my phone was acting as a pest
so I decided to give my comrade some rest.
His continuous fleecing of my privacy
called for its respite.
I slept with a commitment
that he will not see the morning light.
Next morning he woke me up cheerfully
unaware of my intentions.
It was hard for me
as I was addicted to him.
But I whelmed my emotions
and switched off his life.
So I moved to my work without him
but his memories were troubling me.
I was missing his sweet voice.
I was missing his harsh noise.
His vibrations were still felt
in my pocket,his abode.
But time heals everything
and this was no big deal.
Hours went by and his memories
started losing its sheen.
I was in a trance
without his sweet voice
and his harsh noise.
But as the sun was setting
people started accusing me of a murder.
They kept on saying
but my mind was not in a mood of swaying.
As the darkness covered everything
my heart started beating for him.
I promised that he will not see the light
but darkness was not in my plight.
So it was the time for his revival
and finally he basked to life
with his sweet voice
and a harsh noise...........

A trip to my head......

I want a trip to my head
and see what's in there that makes me sad
I want to dive in there
and purge all the prejudices
I want to wander through the garden of my mind
and pluck the weeds of fear
I want to swim in its streams
and wash away the ash-like desires
I want to fly in its sky
and inject new hopes
I want to explore my capacious mind
and blow the zephyr of kindness
I want to explore its infinity
and emerge with my mind unscathed
I just need a chance to make it innocent again.....