Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Once upon a time


There was a time when i used to write

about you and me, about the moon and the sky,
about the wind and the dancing trees.

There was a time when i used to dream

of you and me, of smiles and tears,
of gossamer touch and subtle words.

There was a time when i used to hope

for you and me, for long walks at the beach,
for moon-lit nights and silly fights.

That was the time when i was more alive

with you,
with me.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Unwitten

I wrote this
a long time back
in my mind.

Before we even spoke
or touched each-other
with our thoughts.

I wrote of the flight of you
to my heart,
the music of me
in your words.

Today when i looked
through my archives
i found it faded,
slightly.

But i could still pick
the unwritten
from its memory,
and here it is.

Can you read it still?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Revisit

Running trees,
illuminated for only a second;
Fixed moon
old, but determined
to witness the night till dawn;
Impatient I,
yet strangely calm
in this speeding train.

A stranger -- you,
to my real world;
A friend, a mentor, a muse,
long forgotten?
Na-aan!

You are there,
right here,
somewhere between
dreams and reason.

A lovely place to be.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Vague

Something evaporated yesterday
right here, in front of my eyes;
I think they were thoughts.

I want to close the new world and find the old me,
who could see, feel, breathe.

I want to write,
or at least find my pen.

Again. Another beginning.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Numb

On the pages of time these lines will fade
And so will you and i.

This pain has burned up a part of my heart --
In the wind of time its ashes will blow away.

The frailty of words has numbed my trust in them --
In the story of time it'll hopefully restore.

And, perhaps, so will you and i.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Life goes on

I want to gather all my thoughts on my past and put them aside in some box which would slowly ebb away. In the meantime I can carve my new life, with new experiences and new thoughts. Is it possible to let the past stay and still be at peace with the present? Doesn’t your past have a bearing on your present? I’d like to believe not, in some ways.

For now, just shush the mind and live in the NOW.

Or at least try.

ps: this inspired the morning ramble.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Dreamy nights

I found a little love on my pillow this morning
(Did you leave it there when I was asleep?)

It stroked my cheeks crimson and gave a twinkle to my eyes
(Did you whisper silvery-dreams to me when I was asleep?)

It wrapped me in your voice when I was cold last night
(Or was it you who held me when I was asleep?)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Touch

In your touch
I live a hundred lives.

When you, your soft words
Reverberate through my being
I’m flailed into a turbulent sea
I’m calmed by the you in me.

In your touch
I find a hundred worlds

All my own.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Illusions

Last night
In the pool of moonlight
It was easy to imagine
That it’s my calm
Reflected in the face of the moon.

Today, again
The sun is a bane
Flinging a familiar smoke
Into my breath
Of comforting fancies.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Midnight verse

You make me smile
Innocent as the first slice of crescent moon.

You touch me the most
Where thoughts of you emerge, settle, and live.

You gather me in your embrace
When I hurt and collapse.

You make me feel beautiful
Even on a bad hair day.

You make me feel.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Blog-things



Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.