Bend

It’s not the end

Just a little bend

Can heal it with kindly heart

Can fix it with tender touch

Can wash it with melting tears

Can hold it with renewed faith

Can resurrect it with loving care

Can forget it with this dying night

Can rejoice it with that new day

It’s not the end

Just a little bend

Bazaar

Pals stride a few miles, she follows them

Through the lanes and by-lanes of bazaar

Spirited shops all at display

Of their finest masks and hoods

They pick a few and wear with aplomb

She gazes at new strangers so close

All smiling cold but sulking deep

Steaming pots curdling simper

Those sans mask wander alone

Through the highways of desert

Spreading affection and silken red strings

Soon to be lost in maze picking up veils

To breathe and live, to walk a few steps

Through the lanes and by-lanes of bazaar

Conversations- 13

“She may say a thousand chapters to the world. But it means nothing if you don’t hear a word. She may paint blue and green oceans. But it means nothing if you don’t add a drop. She may stumble and fall and be picked up a million times. But it means nothing if you don’t lend your hand. She may sing an album. But it means nothing if you don’t contribute your lyrics. She may think a forest of ideas. But it is all worthless if you don’t approve. She may dance a ballad. But it means nothing if you don’t lilt. She may walk a thousand miles. But it means nothing if you are not along. She may hear the cacophony of the concrete. But it means nothing if she can’t decipher your silence.”

The lone Mynah whimpered to the indifferent Moon about the starry-eyed Earth.  

Story

Fast paced road, Frail footsteps

Strong gusts of wind, Withered wings

Imminent darkness, Flickering candle

Devilish whip, Effete flesh

Boiling blood, Wax nerves

Stormy sea, Tattered mast

Tough Almighty, Faltering prayers

Mid Summer

If no grain then why this hunger?

If no drop then why this thirst?

If there is no road then why this journey?

If there is no balm then why this hurt?

If no words then why this conversation?

If no answers then why these questions?

If there is no moon then why this night?

If there is no sky then why these wings?

If there is no rose then why these thorns?

If there is no shoulder then why these tears?

If there is no saviour then why this storm?

If there is no companion then why this loneliness?