little ones

Who are you, you tiny, invisible beings
who hover around me in invisible frenzy
flying around with eyes full of mischief
whenever I leave something and relax
you pounce on that and mess all up?
as if a teacher has left a room full of kids.

The moment she walks out all start jumping
the entire room is full of the pitter patter
of their tiny feet hitting the floor while running
the entire corridoor fills up the chattering
of those invisible little beings, without being seen.
When the teacher returns every thing has changed.

Just like her when I return to my plans after a while
I see that you have stolen my paintbrush and colors
and have dabbed color all over my beautiful sketch
some times I laugh, sometimes I curse and cry
but you are oblivious of all this pain just like children.
staying forever invisible yet I know that you are here.

Swirling around my peaceful world in your childish frenzy!!