Barber Shop

Barber Shop

An hour-long wait it was at the barbershop;
To start with, I was patient enough
To read the books there;
But after a while
My mind’s focus
Shifted towards small girl
With tears in her eyes,
Probably in the barber shop for the first time;
Unaware of her fathers’ hands,
Comforting hands
Tears were swelling and were
Ready to explode.

Cornered eyeballs of hers
Were firmly focused on the barber’s scissors
And were exploring, surely exploring
The other violent possibilities
Of the weapon in his hand
Other than trimming her hair
Too childish isn’t?

Yes, too childish but
Touch your heart
And ask your self a simple question
“ What you think about your future life”

The world is no different to child’s barber shop
With futuristic thoughts
As big as the scissors in your eyes;
Of course, you are the child
Unaware of heavenly fathers’ hands
Comforting hands,
Exploring the wild courses of life
And the result is pain and insecurity
All through

Your predictions of expected
Can go wrong and
You can never predict the unexpected
So why unnecessarily predict

Life is a puzzle and please
Do not try to solve
All at once because
Then you would loose
Interest in it;
Life is very simple
and don’t make it complex

Let life take its own course
With hundrend percent effort
Every moment