Girl in Transit

Bits of my soul
With each I shared
To infuse with yours
To make you complete

You gave me a void of memories
instead,
To fill the spaces
I desperately cling
to losing it all

Fairy tales do come true
I watch ever so often
A spectator at sidelines
Rejoicing in your happy ending

So until the next bend
I will pretend to dream
To be the only one for you
For a while,
The Girl in Transit

Reflection

Now I can stare back
Tell me its worth it
The stranger in the mirror
but still eludes me.

Looking from the outside in
feelings I will not phantom
She sneers through the glass at me
"All for your entertainment"

Her existence stronger
with every reflection
My image does not
follow my instructions

Escape

As the wave breaks
to seep through every gap
Music swells to drown
every moment of silence

The blank note
accompanied by a single breath
Spaces that I would
Rather escape.

Emptiness which lives
without my dreams
Spaces which breathe
Between words, spoken or written

Moments which don't fill my life
Fear creeps in such
questions left answered
hopes many a crushed

The Corner Store

Just came back from the corner store
They don’t sell happiness there anymore
Wish somebody had told me
I would have saved some to last me
Could have been a miser
And spent very little
Or loaned some
And gathered Interest
But alas I have squandered all
Left with just old times
To reminiscence

I am home

A fairy tale came sat by me

tonite she helps me sleep

weaving intricate designs to be

patterns of shared memories

Sparkling chandelier glows in dark

rusty strings come alive

casting spells of loves to come

just like bitter sweet strawberries

Smells of fields and sounds of forest

painted skies and the man on moon

shimmering stars and distant lights

whisper my name, welcome me home

Yes I am home

tonite I am free

from nightmares that claimed me.....

The Monsoon Raga!

The Morning Peacock

Cries a mating Call

The Bulbul shrieks

Thinking out loud

The Horizon barely visible

Shrouded with clouds

Sun happily playing peek-a-boo

Mischieviously plotting with the rain drops

He dares you to miss 

His artwork across the sky

Seven mystic colours 

Merging to form a crooked smile

The mountains blush

blossoming with green

Listen to the Malhar

With every gush of wind

They have romanced

A thousand Lands, several more to cover

So bid me farewell

they sing!

Forever Beautiful!

She did not blink

At the crimson on her forehead

Nor when she applied kohl to her pretty eyes

She wove in flowers

In her gloriously grey hair

And she smells of

Labour and sweet lemon

Lilacs don’t bloom in her backyard anymore

But her smile makes many a sunflower turn

Her face tells a story

Of many lives lived

But innocence of her glance

Gives away secrets abundant

Her Skin

The colour of rain drenched earth

Adorned with gold and green

Every line etched in her sun baked skin

Reminds

Her of the beauty

She had been

The trials she was witness to

Injustice that she had seen

But when she sings soothing lullabies

Tales of victory and love

Weaving dreams for the little one

Of mystic lands of peace

Laughs at the life she was offered

But never do her eyes bleed

She seems to be telling me

No difference between you and me

Smile for me once more

Let me make you laugh again

For this artist can’t do justice

To the beauty you would always be