Love story?

The soulful melodies of Rain at night..

As he breaks free from the stifling prison of cloud;

Like the warrior sent home after turbulent battles

He rushes to meet his love - unbounded, persistent.

The air drinks up the dew in his wake

And soaks in the mesmerizing fragrance that is born

When Rain falls into his Earth's embrace.

BLANKET FOR YOUR SOUL

The odd duckling knew not, till it saw itself in the pond's light…

That it was a kingly bird, one of beauty on water and in flight.

You stand, shoulders hunched, face in the shadows;

Knowing you were somebody, yet not sure who.

I can't make you look through my eyes,

But something I have to say to you:

If only you believed that you were the swan

If only you set your fears aside and broke free…

Your dreams, they'd come true.

I know it hurts to not know what person wears your face

And it doesn't help to be thrown in youth's imminent race…

He may have an easier route and she may be closer to the finish;

Your journey might seem daunting and long…

But doesn't every road have an end?

I'm sure, in the end, nothing would be wrong.

Fall into a chasm, but quit you must not.

Rise up from the fathoms, give it all that you've got.

Remember courage is facing what you've been running from.

Know that I am right behind, not to follow your tracks;

But to keep you from stopping or turning back

I won't judge you by decisions or frown if you lag.

I'll maybe just smile as you edge near your goal.

I am but human - not a guardian angel;

So don't take me for granted, just take me as your own.

Make me the mirror of your heart.

In victories, big and small, I'll be the song that cheers you on.

And if the future's misty and the present cold, I'll be the blanket for your soul.

Near yet far

Everything is an illusion,

They keep saying.

What you see, have, feel, know today;

Is bound to change.

So am I wrong to expect?

Am I wrong to hold on..

To the truth I knew yesterday,

Is it already long gone?

These saints, they baffle me

They are an ocean of calm.

I? I am like a turbulent sea;

Lashing at the shore, whirling within.

Solitude is my friend

That benign presence of absence;

But sometimes a tap on the arm

I wouldn't mind.

Yes, the people I have now

Will go or change.

Yet let me share a moment,

Tell them to spare a moment.

For their lives, they are crowded.

In appointments and deadlines;

The pursuit for happiness shrouded.

So caught up are they to reach out

Far to the people of the World

Those at an arm's reach,

Well, look like a blur.

We're invisible to each other

Thanks to that AMOLED screen.

Thanks to those mind-numbing headphones

Too deaf to hear a helpless scream.

Man I envy those Sadhus.

Bereft of desires and needs.

In love with the World

Yet aloof from its clawing charms..

Words halt indecisively

As I try to catch her eye

Should I bluntly admonish,

Or sweetly rebuke?

To get her to see me

And make her realise:

I'm here like a lilting melody

That fades away into the chaos;

If only she sang along,

We wouldn't have to be

So out of tune. 

The Show

After a day of flurry,

I hobble through the night,

As myriad explosions of sound and light

Grip my mind and whirl it around..

A rhythm builds up in the air, like drum beats;

I gambol like a newly born calf,

To the source of it all.

The window becomes a portal

Promising to take me away to a wonder world..

And as I stand on the mundane side of it,

I watch Nature's drama unfold:

First the curtains of silvery drops,

Eager to embrace the earth;

Then that sound of celebration,

As the little drops tottered to meet her..

And the heady fragrance

Of a rejuvenated earth,

As she plans to knit herself a shawl of green..

Suddenly comes the thunder,

Like the sky yearns for attention

And I look up to see

Lightning playing hide and seek with the clouds

I realise that I am speechless…

But neither are words necessary.

I could call someone to watch too…

But I feel selfish;

None of them would understand,

Few of them would care..

So with a smug joy I plop down on the floor

With childish awe, I try to gather drops

When it strikes me like the lightning above,

That there's no truer celebration of the senses.

This window - the portal - is it a sieve for time?

It seems I have been sitting here  forever

But I think one more forever would be fine.

Nature's done entertaining I guess,

All sound has stopped with the rain…

There's a fresh zeal to the air;

Earth, she's pulling on a shy veil of mist…

And I'm tempted to yell "Encore!"

A Promise

From a mother to her child, from a friend to another, from a person to their beloved... :)

My heart, it's no cage

Come, stay .

When it gets too mundane,

You can take flight.

And I shall be waiting

Waiting, because I know

Restless that your wings are

You need a stable hold

And I can give you

The calm, the warmth, after a cold sky.

Even if leaving seems easy,

Even if you want to take to the moon

I know, you'll be back…

Because someday there will be

No moon to carry,

No stars to follow,

No wind to float in,

And nowhere left to know.

Your thirst will have been quenched

And you'll crave a soothing nest

I'll be there, with my arms wide open.

And they'll cradle you close,

Engulfing, yet not confining.

And I?

I shall find the same joy

I found when I saw you soar.

In your happiness, lies my peace.

So turn around,

When you're tired of expectations,

And dismayed by complaints.

I shall be your Heaven.

That wonderful dream turned real.

And then we can watch the sun set.. Together.

Find Your Faith

When you’re on your knees

 And the world comes crashing down…

When you’re lost

And there’s no one around…

When things don’t go the way you want

When thoughts of falling haunt…

Find your faith.

When you lose a precious friend

And wonder if you’ll ever be redeemed…

When you feel betrayed,

‘Cause some things are not what they seemed…

When you feel you’re on the losing side,

When the wrong is winning the fight…

Find your faith.

When you’re at crossroads,

And must choose between dreams and love…

When you’ve trudged for miles,

And the road is still tricky and rough…

When you’re rich one moment, and the next you’re broke

When your years of toil are up in smoke…

Find your faith.

Faith is knowing things happen for good;

Faith is what the world works on,

Faith is the antidote for fears unknown…

With faith the deer trots out at dawn.

So start walking, don’t turn around or wait,

‘Cause only you my dear friend can tame your fate.

 Just… find your faith!

THE GIRL WHO READS

This is a fun poem.. A teeny bit hyperbolic.. But it's real all the same. I have many gal pals, but I connect beautifully with those following the same religion as I- Reading. Hope you enjoy readingit as much as I enjoyed writing it (I had to actually tell myself to stop after 15 odd stanzas )

.So this one's for all my girls who don't give a damn to the dark circles borne out of our unending worship rituals, and for the people who love them the way they are. :) 

You’ll find me cooped up in a library

Lost in some novel, oblivious and merry

You’ll find me gaping in a book shop

Like a child coveting a gigantic lollipop

You’ll find me saving pocket money

To buy books not few, but “so many!”

Watching a movie before its book?

It’s a heinous crime I won’t overlook.

Yes, I fall in love and have crushes too

But they’re heroes from classics, not you.

If my bag burst open or you nicked my cell-phone

In there’ll be a dictionary, next to ‘games’ or cologne.

If you have ONLY textbooks and notes in your room,

Then for you I’ll be ‘boring’, (with experience) I assume.

I’m a thinker and at times my thoughts are sublime,

I might not really write, but I do know how to rhyme.

I fall into reveries – I have my own world you know

There I’m a famous sorceress, and my pet’s a Grindylow.

My treasures are made of paper, I already made a will

The bookmarks go to Cathy, and all the novels go to Bill.

Not flowers, but new and crisp pages smell the best

A tear, a food stain, a fold – they give me heart arrest.

Don’t know who’s Gandalf, what’s the Mirror of Erised?

I’ll stare at you incredulously, or just smack my forehead.

Comics and blogs are fast-food, devoured in minutes

Rowling got me crying, Wodehouse had me in splits!

Of the values of different characters, I am a concoction

I often identify events of my life, with those from fiction.

I may be a nerd, a babe, or a freak with hair in beads

I may be a meticulous planner, or go where life leads.

Go on - categorize me as a girl by my looks, caste, or deeds

Yet I’m striking and different because, I’m the girl who reads.