By Now

By now my energies have given birth to a fungified birthday cake
It is the best time to dream of the year ahead
Some beautiful flowers a born in early winters
Yet we keep our celebrations for spring

By now my energies have taken away all those photographs
Which i had come down specially to see
Yes other things matter more
But home is always where the heart is

By now my eyes strain to see a little boy...his shy nervous smile
But you see,  i am his enemy
And with every bit of poetry i write
Words loose their meanings.