UNTITLED

Tears trodden by thy mild touch

Yet my heart seizes every pain

Entangled in a web of emotions

Questions my heart, "Why such insecurity?"

Feelings live, inspire, die,

ruins love...

Yet thy caring hands hold my pain

and yet I seize every pain!

Creeping on the meadow of faith

Ceasing to believe in myself

I burn...

In flames of hope,

flames of desires, flames of 

unnamed fears!

Still I find momentary peace

Hearing thee speak in the night's dead

Tears then give way to smiles,

hearing thee!

Thy love treads upon my grief

Yet I seize every pain...

LOVE

As the dew drops sparkle like pearls on the petals

The whispering zephyr touches my heart

The smiling sun gets brighter

And butterflies fly about.

I love this air around

And want to run in the wheat fields

Where my cotton skirt would touch the ground

And my open hair would touch the wheat.

Today, I have found my soulmate

And I would like to be a peacock

Loving the monsoon rains

And rainwater would drench my golden youth

As I dream of my love! 

ESCAPE

In the evening sky bright with stars

The moon is a solitaire tonight,

partially behind the clouds, gleaming in glee!

It seems like the heaven tonight

Twinkles with the eternal souls.

Humming to myself

After ages of song-less nights

I feel the icy wind gushing through the trees,

pulling my uncared blue shawl away.

Sleepwalking through a dark forest,

I pray with my arms raised;

And dance round a fire

Like a witch practicing magic

Calling out to the hovering souls.

The spirits in the air, in the mist,
in the night-sky, come to me...
And I feel them making merry all around
Singing and dancing in ecstasy.

Suddenly among these thoughts

I find myself in a bright room, sitting

And scribbling words as if

In an escape to a corner of my heart

That shimmers like a morning star

In the unreal hills and valleys of my dreams.

IT'S DARK WITH ONLY CANDLELIGHT

In the dark new moon night

There’s little light inside

In this big, old room

Full of candelabra and paintings

and carpets worn out.

And I lie here

Upon the big armchair

With eyes wide open

Staring into the blackness

Where spirits and mysteries lie…

Here’s a little candle burning

A moth flies from nowhere

And like a houri, hovers gracefully

Tiny raindrops drizzle outside

And an ant creeps slowly into the intensity

Of the candlelight

In the same space and time

In this same dark night

When cries my soul inside

 And sleepy creatures come to life.  

SWEET SLEEP

As nectar pours down from your lips

In the form of a lullaby

I feel the fairy of sleep

Charming me with her wand.

I bury myself in your soft bosom

While your fingers brush my hair

Humming the sweet lullaby

With love like dew crystal-clear. 

A JOURNAL OF LOST DREAMS

Walking down this dark alley

Wrapped up in a woolen shawl

I go into musings…of my imagined reality!

Yesterday the book that I had closed

Lies open on my palms today

And Lo! There it is,

my heart that I had lost long ago.

I walk down the green path that runs

Along the pine boulevard of my dreams…

Instead of these wintry winds of the night

An evening breeze hums in my ears

Little raindrops fall upon me, and you,

And we hear the cuckoo of spring ‘coo-ing’!

My loneliness leaves me

When I feel your fingers crossing mine

I cannot let go this ambience that we create

And yet, I can see you leaving…

Now there are only dusty walls surrounding me

In this dark alley, as I walk all alone! 

CURSED NOSTALGIA III

You still cling to the trunk

Of the Great Old Oak

That stands above all the memories

Of those spring days of that cursed year.

You made me a vagabond

Wandering in search of your ruins

and the monuments that you had built

In the dark underworld of my dreams.

You are cursed.

The little child of the Old Banyan

Curses you and your great Old Oak,

Enveloping all the memories

Of the halfway houses of those

Drought-struck lands.

Like the west winds blowing past

the high tower on the hilltop,

Tonight the air comes creeping

Sweeping all memories forever,

Cursing the melancholy days.