I Plan to Steal a Guitar Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I plan to steal a guitar
From a nearby musical store.
I will pet this guitar like a
Fish, a cat or a parrot.
When the strings of the guitar grow like those unruly hairs,
I will trim them off with lot of warmth.
With a comb, I will make them look tidy.

The day when my guitar gets a bad throat
Will feed him warm water
And will let him do gargle regularly.

I have also crafted a wooden bed for him
Where I have designs of human…a lot of beautiful human

I am still thinking what would he like to have for his meal?
Chicken or something vegetarian?
Some seafood or just some cola.
I somehow feel, if he gets an ice cream,
I will see a smile of a rainbow on his face.
So I am going to steal a guitar tomorrow.
Please come tomorrow to meet my new guest.

The Squirrel

I see a squirrel in my balcony.
It’s been couple of days -
He comes and peeps through my window.
He is not exactly black-
Neither brown nor maroon.

He is more like the dusk -

The dusk that reminds me of your hair,

The onset of the darkness is exactly the color of the squirrel.
Its eyes has the moist color-
Though it’s very milky
I prefer calling it cloudy-
The white clear ones but
Stores a tempest beneath.
I realize we are bonded with a mutual thought.
An unknown relationship but a strong stream of consciousness.

It rained heavily yesterday and
I see a clear sky since then.
The rain has stormed in my balcony and I don’t see the squirrel today.
The rain drops touched my arms today and I feel my wings in the air.