A day in March, and thoughts of you

In this month of March, when spring should have been, I'm half blinded by the sun blaring into my face. And yet beneath strands of loose hair, hazy brown in light, there's a smile radiant inspite of the heat and exhaustion. There is an absence of wind in this static day, but the entropy of…

Dreams 

​Quiet nights be our witness,  and starry skies  do see,  This night would listen, and so would many,  that are yet  to be,  The little tales of charm we seek,  woven with  moonbeams, Of how we loved and unmade ourselves  in our  living dreams.

The many years

Through the many years  that played between us, though the many years  that lay between us-  . I see glimpses of my joy in things that make you smile, The more I look, and find of you I see myself for a while. . Maybe, today  I can say  I see the reasons, to your…

Deeper than the night

They sat side by side. The monochrome from the garden lamp cast two shadows on the ground- their contours only inches away from just brushing past each other. Their figures were settled so comfortably against the background that it seemed as if the cold night had awaited their warm smiles for long. They smiled; eyes…

Recognized you. 

And it was as if the stardust in me recognised your voice- the emotion behind it, your heart, your feelings, your grief, your joy, your past...you.  Recognized you- As an old acquaintance, As a recent meeting,  As a lost love,  As a newfound muse,  As eternity,  As oblivion.

Sober 

The mountain air, my sniff of high Trenches, dips and curves the rides of amusement  Pour my heart down a valley, into a stream of sigh Watch it bungee jump, with no attachment.  The foaming mouths of the ocean waves by the beach My skin dipping on its wonder  Feet inches deep in the depth…

Another restless night 

​...and when I close my eyes tonight again,  wait for whispers of sleep,  I know I might not hear a sound,  And my eyes will lay awake and weep.  . It's just another restless night,  Another time I won't sleep sound, But maybe if I dream of you,  It might feel like you're still around. …

Rain and wind 

​And now while the wind blows the last specks of a rainshower,  My face freckled in bliss and distracted reality,  I know I have a mind to carry and a heart too heavy,  But it's the soul that speaks and needs me to stay another second before I go A second for a single thought…

Close 

In blankets of deep bliss I would lay undone in a mess Of words, of tears and smiles alike A bundle of life, undressed. . Encased in the depths of you, And clutched between your arm my broken pieces safely tucked Melt into one, away from harm. . Buried pain recovers to weep And seep…