How to Shape Your Future

Like, when you were small,
You placed Lego bricks,
Creating an alien spaceship,
Then with your massive legs,
You started thumping in destruction,
– with shoes on, of course!

Now, remake,
Like, when you were a bit older,
You painted a self-portrait,
Illuminating a masterpiece,
Then with your massive heart,
You engulfed a forlorn sister,
– from a different planet, of course!

At last, resuscitate,
Like, yesterday,
You dreamed of tomorrow,
Discovering a universe,
Then with your innocent eyes,
You opened a new book,
– full of blank pages, of course!


A Selfie with Aliens

Look beyond a constellation’s wink,
And fiddle with your telescope’s lens,
Now take a sip from your cold drink,
As you will find the rarest of gems,
Do not stop there and take a breath,
Deep enough to silence your giggles,
Floppy beings that escape their death,
Always in their pods that wiggles,
Manoeuvring around huge asteroids,
Following them with your telescope,
It appears they also have androids,
Repairing but barely able to cope,
Blueish fingers now pointing at you,
Aliens approaching this ancient land,
No one will believe even if it’s true,
The camera! Next to your left hand,
You grab it for a picture as a proof
That aliens are real and not a spoof.

The First

If I articulated whispers of our constellation,
You would overhear hatred amongst peace,
Banners falsely labelled to accuse your soul,
I, for one, have rejected all notions of decay,
I did touch your delicate being – a human,
You might be their first discarded wreckage,
Still, in disbelief, I believe in your innocence,
In our preserved Universe’s constellation,
Apparently, you are a human amongst aliens,
And if that is so, then I, for now until forever,
Shall be crowned as the second human,
Do stand tall against all dark matters,
And never sway, my first, never change.