Precious Stones!!

There was a little girl
In the corner of some village
Collecting beautiful precious stones
Was the only hobby at that age
She picked some stones from the gravel
Some left over pieces of granite and marble
Initially they were rough
With very sharp edges
Dumped in the dirt , since ages
She washed them up
Cleaned all the dirt
She started playing with them
Even while getting hurt
Every time while playing
When sharp corners break
She bore the pain
They will get round, in this sake
After some time
They really turned beautiful and round
She made all her friends look at them
And used to feel proud
She offered her friends
To play with her
As she has the most beautiful stone
Every girl desires
But these heartless stones
Do not made her win every game
No matter how much she cared for them
And bore all the pain
These stones never cared for her
She wins or not , they are not bothered
So difficult to accept the truth
These stones had no feeling for her!!
After all, these are stones, the real ones!!
But in the real life too
We all have in some form or another
Such precious stones!!
We all have and care about some relationships
Which turn out to be stones
So always remember
After all they are stones!!

Who Cares!!!

We are all part of a croud
Where no one is nobody's
All enjoying their loneliness
Crying sometimes over heart breaking attachments
It's a festival of disaster
We are celebrating because we are left
No pretending anymore
We are proud to be selfish
No time to talk to person next
Busy on telecommuting
A disease of modernisation
We all laking immunity for it
Oh God! Really no escape
Either be it or cry, who cares!!
Often I stopped and waited for someone
Oh God! It was a mistake
Sometimes tried to help some
Well, I was being used
Missed some people and cried for them
But they were not even bothered by tears
Everyone trying to be practical
Successful or not, who cares!!