Wrinkles

That new face cream in the market
Which claims to keep age at Bay
To smoothen out the lines from my face
And to rub the wrinkles away,
Does it not know that I love these lines ?
These crinkles around my eyes.
The little sag of the cheek over my chin,
Are not the things I despise.
Each wrinkle is a age line for me.
Each one, has a story to share.
The laughter lines around my eyes
Shows my victory over despair.
Every bit of sagging skin and tissue
Is a life which happy moments lifted
Every scar and mark of mine
Is the love that life has gifted.
No cream no lotion can ever claim
To erase away any such happy line
I would like to drift away in life
With the sight of your wrinkled hands on mine.

Nought

And suddenly, like snowfall,Nothingness descends.
Wooly clouds are masking the mind
The basket of dreams is rattling around
Sanity and good sense are tough to find.

The bliss of the naught, the null, the nil
The fuzz of the empty head
The charm of the cozy warm blanket
On my favourite side of the bed

The fun of wanting to do just nothing at all !
And a willing heart to follow that !!!
The thrill of shutting the door on chores.
The choice of silence over chitchat.

What an amazing blessing it is !
To be able to travel to nothing land
The foolish happiness of doing nothing,
Only a dreamy soul can understand.