If I had two lives to live...

If I had two lives to live...
One would hold your hand...
And, the other would be a vagabond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would look for steady ground to land...
And, the other would know no bond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would be all dutiful, dry and kind
And the other would be wild with passion and none to mind
If I had two lives to live..
One would stay close to home..
One would travel the world and call it home.
If I had two lives to live..
I shall love you this life...and that...
But...I have one...

Cloak called Morality...

We wear a cloak...we all do....
Called morality ..., all ado..
One day you shall meet yourself .. with all ado..
And ask the stranger,  "How do you do?"

My toes with painted nails...

My toes...

My toes... they speak to me...
Yes, they do, my toes with my painted nails...
They cringe when someone bores me..
They dig the ground when my love fails..
They curl up when I feel shy..
They stand up, they did for rest and leisure..
They try to hide in my shoes, if I lie...
They scream out loud, torture them with heels
They smile with wrinkles when I soak them... no pressure
My big toe, specially loves to tell me how it feels...
Yes, my toes, with painted nails... they love pleasure...

Funny Penny

He loved money...
She loved funny..
He saved every penny..
She told him, "Honey!....
I care not for  a penny.."
He found that funny...
She found that a lot more funny...

Yes...I am bewitching!

I am just not a pretty face, I am bewitching...
I have my scars, I have my wrinkles and frowns that sting..
I have eyes that speak my mind, that often scream...and stare
I have a dark mole right on my chin...I do openly my darkness declare..
I have a story, I have a past..I have anger,  I have fears
I have laughter and opinions...loud and clear...and silent tears...
My beauty may not shake you..nor take you...
And yet, if your eyes wander and catch my face...
You shall be bewitched, for I am just no pretty face...
You can fake sheer indifference..Though you see my difference..
Bewitching...I am for I don't hide my difference...

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.