Guinea pig

When you realise you have been used as guinea pig, mixed feelings comes to your mind
1. At least i am suitable as guinea pig
2. What happened to the experiment
3.Who will be next guinea pig
4. Who was the last guinea pig
5. The world has improved by my sacrifice?
6.How could i have saved myself?
7. Has my interiors changed after being used as guinea pig
8. Am I better now?
9. Am I worse now?
10. Can i experiment same  on others?
11. Who will be first in that case?
12.If somebody else make me guinea what shall I do?
13. Had i enjoyed being a guinea pig?
14. Am i looking forword to become guinea again?
15. Am I really regretted ?
16. Has the person regretted for making me guinea?
17. Where I can get others of my kind and share experience?

traffic jam

When I am stuck in traffic jam hours together,

After tried left right and centre.

Positioned in rightmost side of the road

blocking the opposite side completely.

Wonderful dark, persistent rains, mud outside.

Want to relieve, but it is door to door bumper to bumper.

Hungry, thirsty and sweaty,

Angry, tired and exhausted.

Late for dinner, meeting or party

May miss plane or train.

Blame it on cop, road or driver in other car.

But save me as I am in real hurry.

I cant wait a minute.

I drive on opposite lane when a stuck up for a moment  .

I block other side.

My brothers on opposite side do same for me.

We happily spent rest of night on road.

We blame everybody sans ourselves.

Don’t cut lane, though police don’t punish you

Because cars are in hundreds and cops are in ones and twos

You don’t want to loose a second

But end up wasting hours.

Don’t count the fuel, smoke and noise.

Happiness

Happiness is the happiest thing in the world
 And so  it is hard to get.
 
 To get it we have to get over our sorrow,
 because happiness is hidden beneath our little sorrow.
 
 There is common secret in all of our minds.
 We like to get bound in our sorrow.
 
 Ask one question to yourself .
 Do you really want to loose your sorrow
 
 We people love our sorrow
 
 We hold  it so close to our heart 
 And water it everyday with our tears
 
 It grows with time and breaks our heart
 
 We ignore our happier moments under this shadow.
 
 Sorrow is snowy layer covering our happiness.
 Don’t add  layers and layers and make Alps  over  
 happiness.
 
 Don’t cover this snow thing from sun of truth,
 Snowy layer is bound to flow.
 
 Let someone share your sorrow and it will get divided.
 Be sure , I assure balance will get evaporated

the real one

Healer

               Time

Time is best healer they say.

 Many a wounds on hearts and minds are mended by Time.

I wonder how does this doctor do it?

Time said

“It is simple as your doctor does.

I just bandage it in my layers”

Have a wound?

Count hours

24 hours ago you had a wound

 Count days

Count months

Count in years now

What are you counting?

Wound is long gone beneath my layers!  You have just memories

Is it Time to have another wound?

 “Then how come my wounds are still open, TIME GOD?” I asked.

“Kid, it is simple. You keep checking on it

Or you don’t want to heal them”

If you like them fresh, how can I heal?

ditch

When people use  and ditch me

Share their trauma and get their work done.

In the process they take part of my soul.

I  am sad as their trauma is mine now.

But I am happy as I was some use to somebody.

I wonder will they feel part of my soul

when they  use  someone else next time