My very Own

Mouth-watering paranthas simmering on the flaming tawa. Reanimating tea brewing in the pan. Silken voice of newsreader from radio on the ebony wooden shelf. Amber newspaper pages fluttering on the varnished cane table basking in the morning sun. And you watering the cuddly plants in your alluring garden. Smiling at the freshly ventilated buds sneaking through the green hoods. The sweet aroma of the lemon tree standing tall in the middle guarding the nearby naughty dahlias. Fresh mint caressing the scarlet demure tomatoes every now and then. And you whistling your favourite song carelessly oblivious of the happiness and melody being transpired to the passers-by on the bitumen road. Browns, oranges, yellows, greys, blacks, whites, all catching a slice of life from your sprite and frolic. Dork phone ringing on the resolute dining table. Your resonance at the other end meant breath, joy, peace and life.

Your words only silence now. Rivers emptying into oceans. Jabbering with you took solace in meditation. Your words sometimes meet the eye in paragraphs of a scripture. Your smiles reflected only through the clouds. Your peace transforming into restlessness. Meeting you only through the morning mirror. And your prankster sprouting into a combatant warrior. 

Two-step Dance

Several streams jive into the reticent auditorium of the Ocean. Each contributing her snippet steps to the preponderant Ballad. But its her only her recherché footsteps that the ocean longs to be felt on the pith of his lonely heart. She too lay her feet on myriad waters but its only when she loses her embodiment to his musical beat that she experiences wholesomeness. Her impish waters somehow find home only in his distant embrace. His tidal beats somehow find bliss only in her deep dancing urn. And the shores croon in ecstasy as the white cranes flutter stirringly across the blue cosseting sky. Reverberating the conundrum of ethereal life into enraptured frolic.

Hole in the sky

All smiles and all tears

All childhood and all innocence

All peace and all love

All candle and all flame

Lost through

The hole in the sky

All dreams and all visions

All run and all walk

All trees and all grass

All wind and all breath

Lost through

The hole in the sky

All words and all sentences

All rainbow and all roses

All threads and all music

All blue and all red

Lost through

The hole in the sky

All laughter and all heart

All kings and all suns

All rain and all joy

All connections and all paragraphs

Found through

The hole in the sky

All death and all life

All scriptures and all meaning

All beginning and all end

All blessing and all disguise

Found through

The hole in the sky

All darkness and all light

All fear and all hope

All weakness and all strength

All Gods and all demons

All beasts and all humans

All yours and all mine

Found through

The hole in the sky

Esoteric

Parched land doesn't lodge request

            And the skies shower beatitude

            Scorched gravel never sheds sweat

            And the winds sweep aplomb

            Night doesn't extend an invite

            And the moon comes to dine

            Woods don’t weep of loneliness

And the squirrels come playing

She doesn't raise a teary eyelid

And you manifest as seraphic being

Why not?

When these streets can exchange her smiles

When these trees can absorb her breath

When these walls can hug her tears

When these corridors can echo her laughter

Why not you?

When these stones can capture her hurt

When these birds can transpire her sobs

When these clouds can display her moods

When these stars can reflect her dreams

Why not you?

When these words can understand her silence

When these eyes can hide her fears

When these cheeks can wear her mask

When these bones can hold her frailty

Why not you?

When the winds can take her burden

When the sun can shimmer her desires

When the night can hold her stumbles

When the morning can lend her hope

Why not you?

Why not?

The Lost

The lost

Song found music in Cuckoo

Emotions found solace in Smiles

Candle found warmth in his Eyes

Family found its pulse in Home

God found its meaning in Prayers

The lost

Me found myself in You

Nebula

A circle. Inevitable, recurring, keeps nudging every now and then. Stranger, unknown, never met before. Known, met before, lovable. But returning. Dark, hazy, smoky. Staring right from behind the boughs. Scary yet desperately attempting to connect as if to say something. White, shiny, diamonds. Smiling right on the visage. Not scary yet again desperately attempting to connect as if to say something.

Yes, she heard you the very first time. Though she was a little shaken to make herself believe that it was you. But heard she did. And then second time too. She heard you loud and clear. And felt as well. But why second time? Was once not enough?

This unknown, first time feeling trembles her. Wakes her up every time you connect. A mixed confused experience. Incomprehensible. Sometimes asking, sometimes thanking. Indispensable guidance at every step. What is the message that you carry from one sphere to another? Why so much effort? So much travel?

Why her?

Awoke. Sensitised. Super normalised. Numbed. Startled. Confounded. Lifted…