Nellore to North pole

Once in me

awakened a daring soul

promptly planned a tour

from Nellore to North pole

To keenly explore,

city lanes to sea shore

hills, caves, temples, roads

to locate my guy dear

though it looks absurd

He moved away from me

vexed for some reason,

to me entirely unknown

 may be to disrupt relation?

I boarded a hot air balloon

moved high above d' clouds

an amazing landscape in view

but project's, to seek him out

Entered in numerous towns, 

to locate the handsome guy
screened faces in flood of lads

got so upset, don't know why!

Northwards d' balloon steered

various continents I crossed

flew over d' stretch of oceans

but no trace, where he's gone?

The twilight fortnight was on,

ended d' long wait for sunrise

first rays of blazing sun kissed

Alaska earth, a sweet surprise

 Frozen streams started to flow,

danced in craze, on chest of hills

my search mission went ahead,

 to give me a spine chilling thrill

Next north coast of Greenland

and then over the arctic ocean

neither scared of d' polar bears,

nor of the furious arctic cyclone

In six months broad day light,

 for my friend, a search frantic

 whales, arctic fox, reindeer seen

not found a single human being

again and again wish to utter

in my balloon flight expedition

the famed three words of love

without slightest interruption

If at all a disaster happens,

and I perish in d' expedition

 Balloon be a symbol of love

and race lovers' heart throbs

 

Little, not to be belittled

Little things matter d' most
no ocean sans water drops
D' journey of all long walks,
a first step taken of course

  Skills begin with tiny tricks
work starts with single brick
gets erected a sky scrapper
hard to count floor number 

Young days’ paper boat play,
ends up in ship voyage in bay
Today little seeds germinate
grow to tomorrow’s big forest

 Initial suturing trails made
entire wound gets mended
At dawn do syllable practice
at dusk, spectacular speech

Attempt stepping on stairs
must reach d' floor desired
 land tilling, seed sowing on
one day it's harvest season

Bust ideas, scant meaning
ends up in a novel writing
yesteryear’s, a paltry event
can beget huge monument

Today’s small simple trusts
grows to immense credibility
at present little adjustment
later life long dependability

Made few key hole incisions
for tummy's panoramic vision
single glance, initial likeness
now tangible love, closeness

 

Only star appeared at dusk
turns in to a starry dark sky
now revealed own identity
next so many how and why

Today’s all memorable title,
in past started with a little
little not belittled, ignored
seems petty yet preserved