A Wrong Number

Yesterday, I dialed up a wrong number

My bad, I held it unexpectedly longer

The connection had jitter

but the voice on the other side was sweet

so I persisted even when it sounded bitter!

Anticipating a relatable familiarity,

Any oddities, classifying as mere peculiarity

I thought its the right number to dial

But it turned out that

The strange voice with right connect

was another prank out of destiny's trial!

Came the moment I realized

to a wrong number I had connected the call,

Till that time, it was so powerful

it could disrupt routine, bring life to stall,

Disconnected it as fast I could

fearing a huge bill

apprehensive I stood.

A costly wrong number call

incurred a huge bill, I had to pay for

but a queer experience in return

to build character of strength,

resetting the boundaries of concern.

Alas, the wrong number is a story now

Glad even if a bit late, I realized somehow

that yesterday, I indeed dialed up a wrong number

My bad, I held it unexpectedly longer!

The Flickering Light

A flickering light from far,

enters my window ajar,

transiently lighting up the room,

then eloping away,

submitting itself to the darkened gloom!

Hence continues the play of light and dark,

flickering significance of philosophical mark

Light is the joy, the short lived flicker

Darkness, the unwelcomed time ticker

Hope, the occasional spark

Dismay, the inescapable, O Hark!

May the flickering light hail

keep the beat, even if its frail

For flicker is what is life

in a world where darkness is rife

Flicker is hope

Flicker is light

the erratic illumination

fighting this night!