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.

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.

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.

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.

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?)

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.

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.

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.

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One rainy afternoon

It was too dilusionary -
The warm words
Cocooned in your voice.

Even the lunch seemed surreal
Strange afternoon, that was.

It was pouring through the sunlight
Moisture in the air,
On the skin.

How easily our lips had melted
Into each-other.

Almost two years stand
Between us now,
And life goes on.

Some more time

Emptiness spreads across
This vast expanse
Weighing heavy on me.

I know,
You feel its weight too.
If I induce it with words
It’ll burst and rain,
Drenching us both to our bones.

Let’s keep dry
For a while.
Time will stretch itself
And the void will fall into it,
Crashing to bits.

And there’ll be room for us
Again.