Outdoor cat...

 He is an outdoor cat...living his outdoor life..

He is no fluffy kitten, who will purr for your love...
He is an outdoor cat... who roams the night...
Not for him, the fancy cat food...and all locked up love
Give him any day, the street fight in freedom...and open light...
The outdoor cat...He loves you more, and asks no more
He will come back home....
Even though he loves the world out more...
Don't punish him though for being out all day...
For he comes back home, for you...everyday...

Firefly...,

For six weeks you lived, in my womb, baby
For eternity you live, in my memory, baby
I could never hold you dear in my arms
I hold you dear in my heart
Never could see your angel face
Yet, to me, you are the most beautiful...
In me you instilled life and took it away..
With you, I learnt to hope, to mourn and hope again...

White Lies...

Naked feet soaked in water, Your stubble
The soft feel on our feet, the shiny pebbles
Our sins float away with the clear stream and it's bubbles..
The branch stoops ever so gently, humble

The feel of the red sand sticking to our wet feet..
Footprints in the sand play a rhythmic beat..
The smiles beam through like the sunlight on your face
The heartbeat knows not whether to pause or beat faster..

White lies dear, These days are never mine...

Lover's tiff..

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Oomph...I am miffed...You lout!...
You care not for me, I pout...
Assert I do with false ado that your love, I doubt..
Wish you would make up...isn't that all it is about..
Woo dearie, it is but a lover's tiff...
Don't you too leave in a huff..
Let us fight and crawl our eyes out..
But my eyes are only for you...be mine, you lout!!!

Like sand, you shall slip away...

In love, lies fear with no impunity,
In this immiscible moment, eternity...
I know like, sand, you shall slip away into infinity
And emptiness shall remain...Accepting it with serenity...
Knowing None shall ever gain.....all is but in vain...
Tomorrow..I shall be a past..a photograph fading
With the tatters eating away at the edges...with the brown stain
A tear or two and then I shall be left biding..
With no impunity..I tread on

My wild orchid

You are my wild orchid, dear...rare and incomparable...
You need my ugly love, the fungus that I am, inseparable
Symbiotic, my inner ugliness and your naïve beauty..
One nourishes from the other...Which needs more of the other?
Can beauty survive without ugliness and hither?
Our souls are now shades of grey..
The vice of the fungus and the naiveness of the blooming orchid..
Symbiotic.....a faint line between mutualism and parasitism...

"This is an extremely rare type of wild orchid found across Europe.  Its seeds bear no nourishment for the growing plant, so it lives in a symbiotic relationship with a specific type of fungus, which provides it with nourishment, until the adult leaves can produce enough nourishment for the plant, at which time the fungus will also live off it .”
Courtesy: http://listverse.com/2011/10/25/top-10-incredibly-rare-flowers/

Xie Xie

Now is enough, dearest..For eternity...
"Xie Xie", Thank you for love with abandon...
In my intent to hold you tight...harness.
I forget to run with you onto the seamless sky
To be free...There is a wholesome togetherness
In the separate beings that we are..there is no lie
Hold on lightly, let us walk, run and aspire
For in freedom, lies true love...
A love that feels...truly feels..not just desire..
For now dearest, is eternity...

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