The blue scooter

"What on earth is this?" mumbled Margaret, as she peeped out of the Window. She turned and shouted the question to her husband in the toilet.
 
Mathew was rushing for a busy day. He was a real estate agent and it wasn't the best of the times. Last thing he needed was a situation.

   "It’s a blue scooter. I saw it parked at the street across. What's wrong with that?" His question betrayed his irritation.
 
Margaret did not reply. Mathew couldn’t see her ashen face. Neither could he see the metal tentacles moving at unearthly speed towards Margaret’s throat.
Photo Challenge #489

Twinkle twinkle little star

There are stars 
of two kinds 
Shining in the night sky
One of them 
Big
fusing the atoms
Fiery and bright

The other one
Twinkling little star
Reflecting 
in my glittery eyes
speckled across the sky
Small and nice

I kind of believe
in the twinkling one
I just do
don’t ask me why
Maybe because it is
Like a diamond
In the sky

Hammock hanging on stars

How much 
Would I pay 
to go there to the moon
If I could Spend a day
Or possibly a cold night

Naah 
I wouldn’t go
On that desolate rock
I like it better here
shining
with white cold light

there I would fret
wrapped in a suit
all grumpy
hopping around 
in gravity one sixth
with schedule all tight

there
maybe I would 
sit and watch
my earth rise 
on a breeze less night

or maybe 
take a walk around 
through the craters
and saunter 
to the dark side 

but on second thought
I am ok 
on my hammock here
hanging lightly 
on two stars
and up there 
shines the moon
oh, what a beautiful sight

In the flying sky above

Yes, 
the land was visible, 
clear 
From the flying blue sky, 
And the floating white clouds, 
everything, as clear as that

A little familiar, 
a little strange, 
what name did we keep?
by what name did we call? 
Yes I faintly remember, 
it was something like that

It eluded me
just when I remembered 
When we would be closer
Maybe I would remember
Every path, every destination 
Everything and all that

Then we will think, 
Weather to walk
On that wet grass
Or to take a flight again 
We will have time to think
For everything and that

Right now 
I am there 
and here too, 
I am not the sky
Neither the ground 
I am beyond 
Of everything and that

It's a long flight, 
now I'm far away, 
I fly above
where 
there is nothing 
and yet everything, 
this and that

In response to request by John Melone. Translation with resonating feelings and thoughts of my earlier post

Udta hoon uchayion mein

Language is a medium to transport the feelings from my heart to yours