Strangers again...

Like the mist that writes tales..of love
Before the light of reality...
His words last night were... of love...
After..comes dawn's frailty
Estranged..for now...

Let things be..as they be!

I sit waiting at the fireside..crackle.
Watching the fire flicker to the wind...
In this mellow light, silent thoughts cackle
Gently touching corners of my mind...
The future holds intrigue, Nostalgia for the past
In the present, I cease to be...
Sit beside and join me in my escapade..Fast!
Let things be...as they be..
Tomorrow and routine is a morning away...
so far away in this fleeting moment's tell
In this moment and eternity's way.
Many of my tomorrow's thoughts will dwell..
Let's weave a story...that bind us
And holds us when we are in future's clasp
And  gives gentle respite to us
When life does such each of these moments grasp.

Every day I think of you...as you were...


In life's most mundane moments...Memories creep up..
Jus' like you would and hug me from behind....
Curled on the couch, flipping meaningless channels...
I think of you
Walking on the pavement, ducking from hawkers...
I think of you
Shopping for daily rations, and waiting in long queues...
I think of you...
Brushing my teeth to my reflection in the mirror...
I think of you...
Everyday..I think of you...
In life's meaningless moments..
and wonder if...you add meaning to them...

The beads are undone and strewn on the floor.
I begin to pick them up...and then, I let it lay.

Hundred dreams, Hundred wishes, A thousand complaints
One life - ours.

And in it...

I reach for the sky with my open palms,
And in the nothingness, I have everything.

The water slipping through my fingers,
And in its flow, I have eternity

The leaves rustling for my attentions ,
And in its whispers, I have companionship

A sense of equilibrium

Balanced on the tightrope with her toes.
A stick to hold…and a height to fear.
But she stood fearless…with poise.
Balancing marriage, aspirations and motherhood, oh dear!
That instills more fear,she wobbled.

Does the grass know that it is dancing to the wind...

Does the earth know that it rotates around the sun.

Do dreams know they are not real

Do you know I love you.

Crutches of bondage

The amputated limb feels like a part of me.
A part of me just drifted away.
Like a broken limb of a tree,
Carried down by torrid streams.
Like it, I long to be free.

The remains...

The place we met..no longer is...
In its place, now rests a memory...
I am in love with what you were..
And, you in love with what I was.
The ghosts of our past continue to be in love...

2 LINE HAIKUS...

The blade of grass stood up to the gale,
The willowy tree gave in.

Mist writes letters on my window-pane
Illegible. and yet it refuses to explain..Vain!

Silent contempt,a matchless enemy,
Loud resentment, one can befriend.

The past like layers of oil on water,
Remains immiscible with  future.


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Him

In the curve of his neck, nestled her dreams
In the breadth of his shoulders, rested her worries.

In his loud snores, she found peace
Peace, that she never found in silence.

Three cheers for sobriety

Three cheers for sobriety

A bottle of wine,
And for me, you pine.
The morning hangover...
And it is all over

Was it just a ruse...?


The morning breeze visited me enroute to her destiny...
She murmured sweet nothings in my ear...
To her, I gently replied...Don't wake me yet
I am no morning person, dear.


The rising sun called out to me in haste
Shining his torchlight at my eyes....
To him, I strongly replied...Don't wake me yet
Let me be with my morning dreams and it's lies.


The waking baby just gave one whimper
Calling out to my heart in hunger or was it just a ruse...?
To her, I swiftly woke up...
For motherhood knows no excuse

To my daughter...

Her frail limbs can overpower me
Her limp cries can beckon me
Her helplessness - so powerful
I am enslaved forever...

- A mother

During my visit to Paro, Bhutan...

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Amidst the chants of Buddhist monks,
and the hesitant murmurs of the flowing river,
I heard the silence of GOD..
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Scrawls of an unsteady hand...
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Two lines of attempted poetry...
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Sunbeams reach their destined end
Casting shadows of their death.
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The carpet of grass beckons your feet
Ever willing to be crushed at your whims
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The waves rush to the calling of Mother earth
The heartless rocks deny their reunion
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Man builds structures to reach the sky
The sky evades man's ugly hands.
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Shyness curled her toes,
Love stretched her arms.
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A feather floated to her destiny,
A rock fell to its end.
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Dark clouds in a coterie,
Decided to shroud the moon.
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The blind see the music
The deaf hear the music
It is you and I, who see nor hear
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His voice booms in thunder
His caress felt in breeze
His anger felt in wind's fury
His tears felt in rain drops
He lives.
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Time has no end,
It lives in my memories of you.
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The emptiness of being...

In the well, the bored toad...
The light from above just lights up the well.
The promise of ignorance delivers.
Enlightenment hides in dark silence .

The donkey relentlessly carries its load..
The empty soul feels heavy.
Bedraggled feet, tired of dragging the soul.
The path to the dark ages is well-lit.

The Ostrich

The bars of the window part me from the world outside.
The ugly world at my doorstep.
While the mighty succumb to power,
The poor succumb to hunger.
I am the Ostrich that buries its head in the sand,
hiding in my cozy cocoon.
I see it and yet pretend not to see
I ignore the world that peeps into my window.
To me, the window is a looking glass
and the world, my image of my beautiful self.

My Mind - My Battle

An ode to Schizophrenia

A zillion demons within,
Staging their plays within.
A faint line parts reality....
A line erased in my mental frailty.

The world outside calls me insane,
But I just have a question so inane
These men who mock me for my bane,
Are they sane?

All I am...
Just a tear drop from your eyes,
Just a thought on some idle morns
Just a scream in the silence of your mind
Just a memory in your life.

Dreams
The pearls of our dreams strung together,
Our aspirations deep under the shells.
The threads of our dreams woven together
With the yarn of our memories.


Like a feather floating in the wind
Knowing not its way down
The dazed feelings our dreams leave us in
The maze of knowing our dreams and yet not knowing them

The soft feeling of cotton candy in the mouth
Melting to leave a sweet, sticky feeling.
Waking up to a lazy morning,
half asleep with the after-taste of a pleasant dream.