Pocket full of sunshine

Pellets tossed in bleak frigid cave

Dithering and doubting their virtue

Ruthless gust cracking bruise

Brutal walls whipping scars

With snub of petite sunlight

Dazzle like diamonds in velvet

Obscurity transposing into light

Cave transcending into vaulted sky

Gullible Sun stands shimmering alone

Sophist, doer, mover, charmer

Filling sobbing empty pockets

Pockets full of warm sunshine

Been Walking

Been walking for too long

Tripping, jumping, sprinting

Tiny beads of warm sweat glistening

On forehead, cheeks, nose and chin

Dripping languidly towards the nape

Think been walking for too long

Sometimes cool breeze blowing

Charcoal, spurned, plangent tress

Sometimes hot blazing sun

Blinding petite cocooned eyes

But the spirit never floundered

Think been walking for too long

Reposing under the copious Pipal tree

Its placid umbra renewing sinews

Beholding the jostling leaves I wonder

Who is lonelier of the divergent two?

Simpleton I or the stupendous you?

Think been walking for too long 

 Instant connect with all your leaves

Many travellers recoup under you

Content to be just one of them

Though you question if it will ever

I know, you know it will forever

Knowing you for umpteen years

Will know you for thousand more

Think been walking for too long

Too long….

Conversations-7

“Whatever we seek usually does not come in the form we expect. That is how the stage of life is animated. Difficult to even remotely gauge how one person can control another, peace, thoughts, breath, ones very existence. For how long can one keep ignoring the cry rasping from some remote nook of the heart? The more one ignores the louder it gets. The plate always felt empty but to be fed with so much fill of love that one doesn't know what to do with it, that’s the deficiency of a mortal.”

“Though depriving myself of you too much, only fear is this deprivation may crumble me down one day, the day I see you in person, alone, all alone.”

“I don’t care what future holds, how events eventually get unfolded. I am happy to be with you, with the feeling of being close to you, with the feeling of being you, just you. Nothing else matters…”

For once the Earth simpered with the flowers.

If You Aren't Hers

If you aren't hers, why does she breathe you?

Quaffing in drop by drop,

If you aren't hers, why does she hear you?

Stomping in every heartbeat,

If you aren't hers, why does she feel you?

Cloaked in the air all around,

If you aren't hers, why does she trust you?

Reverberating in her soul,

If you aren't hers, why does she want you?

Opium to the hapless nerve, 

If you aren't hers, why does she sing you?

Every lyric in her utopian song,

If you aren't hers, why does she dream of you?

Moon on velvet sky,

If you aren't hers, why does she love you?

Falling leaf from the twig,

If you aren't hers, why does she belong to you?

Flute to her altruistic God…

Denial

When I had a house, felt lonely

When I had a road, felt lost

When I had a key, felt locked

When I had a sun, felt bleak

When I had a plan, felt stifled

When I had a fear, felt weak

When I had an answer, felt questioned

When I had a world, felt rejected

 When I had all, felt depleted

Is

Is the bottom comely if a lotus blooms on the lake?

Is the bed cosy if the linen is sparkling?

Is the forest safe if the woods are silent?

Is the mind at rest if the smile is splendid?

Is the heart at peace if the mask is perfect?

Is the soul serene if the rendition is immaculate?

Conversation-7

Now, even after several seasons of unmasking and demystifying, when I look at you, you still seem like a distant star. Glowing in its own brilliance brightly, spreading the warmth all around. I get enamored seeing you with the crowd. Everyone endeavoring to touch you, to listen to you, be a part of your entourage…and you attending to all with such precision. I so enjoy it. Makes me feel like that is all I am capable of. Staring at you and observing you. But something pulls me to you enigmatically. The closer I try to get to you the more your brilliance blinds me. You get lost in the maze of this light that glares me from seeing you clearly. And soon you vanish from my sight like a shooting star. The deafening noise encapsulating you terrifies me. So after every attempt to approach you I find myself recoiling in my own little shell even harder than the previous one.
Somehow I find myself happier and serene there, in my own little piece of earth. Away from you, at a distance where I can have a better picture of you wrapped up with your entire cosmos and its flurry of activities whenever I want.
But then, your ethereal light, no matter how blinding, looks more significant to me than anything else… even my own breath…!