Vagabond heart

The rhythmic beat
Of his vagabond heart
That stole her breath
From the very start
Those stolen kisses
Under a moonlit night
That wonderous, amorous
Magnificent sight
Those passionate traces
Of the curve of her neck
Crushing his soul
In a lovestruck wreck
His fingers tracing
That little hollow
Which appeared everytime
She'd nervously swallow
Of pinks and browns
And blushes galore
All the colours in the world
He had grown to adore
Their bodies touching
Yet miles apart
He knew that she'd always
Have his homebound heart.

Live again

Nothing, not a morsel
Is possible to eat
When you feel like you've failed
Repeatedly
Slamming your fists against the bars
Nobody to hear you
Trapped within yourself
Asking for freedom
When the key is in you too
And you can't reach out
And you can't build what is shattered
Back to the original
Like shards of glass
Remaining in your heart
Waiting for the time you
Can finally pick them out
And rid yourself of pain
Of misery
Of heartbreak
And live again.

If death do us part,
Know you had my heart.
As a friend, an advisor,
A care-giver, admirer.

The shortest of time,
He brought us together,
Reason and rhyme,
Have bound us forever.

Our friendship will thrive,
Despite all odds,
No matter the drive,
We're racing the gods

To a lifetime of fun,
And sometimes pain,
For whoever said,
There's sunshine without rain?

Last person standing - Nature's reprise

A faded sky,

with lights that blink,

The end of the world,

you're on the brink.

You stand and stare,

at the hazy glare,

You wonder how,

you let it get there.

From green fields,

to an emptiness,

From endless yields,

to a dirty mess.

Corrupting and polluting,

Mother Earth's gifts,

We look for excuses,

to pass off our hits.

You're the last person standing,

you no longer care,

You are no longer commanding,

your world is now bare.

Brave

Opening the avenues of my heart,
Making me burst into song.
I know not what happens,
I know not if its wrong.

Spoken words of golden,
Heard the silvery silence,
Feeling the weight of sorrow,
The desperation of impatience.

Every heartbeat painfully slow,
No more shall I hang on,
Pride takes the upper hand,
I had you pinned, bang on.

Stolen glances, surviving memories,
Pain of the dead past,
All buried under mountains of strength,
Bravery found at last.

Lighthouse on the shore

I need a man who can save me,
From the demons in my head,
I need a man who'll love me,
For whom no tears I shed.
I need a man who'll hold me,
Lovingly in his arms,
I need a man who accepts me,
All my quirks and qualms,
I need a man who is willing,
To receive this and more,
I need a man who is safety,
Like a lighthouse on the shore.

Eena Meena Dika... Forever.

The man in a white kurta, standing tall an proud,
His phone sings "Eena meena dika" clear and loud,
He dances a little dance, before flipping open his cell,
Why would you put this man through hell?
You say he has a week, and that he has fought long and hard,
For a long time yet, from happiness we will be barred.
Yet in the same house, happiness does shine a light,
With little Leela's laugh, so gentle and bright.

Quietly, that day, his soul left this world.
Leaving our hearts caught up in a whirl.
A soul like a storm, a brilliant gale,
When he left this world, his body was frail.
No earthly structure was good enough,
This man was as gentle as his soul was tough.
A loving and caring individual was he,
And we all miss him so, yes, so dearly.

Bittersweet

The bittersweet notes of the violin of life plays as I embark upon a new journey.
This time, alone, I think of the reasons why I should not be afraid.

Here are the top 5 reasons to not be afraid of walking alone.

1) You've been alone everywhere. You're born alone, and you die alone. Your soul arrives and leaves the planet alone.

2) Being alone is not equal to being lonely. There's so much you can do with just being by yourself. Read a book. Stand on your terrace and breathe. Visit a museum. Sit in the park and observe.

3) You don't have to wait for anyone or anything. You're your own boss!

4) You'll always find someone to love. But it might be too late to learn to love yourself if you don't start at once!

5) Your goals can be idealistic or realistic, just as you wish. There's nobody to please but you. Your conscience is your only confidante.

Once you swim the depth of these five ideas, you will open your heart to the rest of the world in ways unimaginable. The spectrum of colours that burst from within are so glorious.

Any other tips?

Smiles and Glass

Seems like the end of an era. 
Will I hold on or float away?
Will things fall in place, 
Or will nostalgia rule?
Will smiles come with broken glass
Or will there be truth?
Is happiness going to be heavy?
Or as light as a dewdrop on a petal?
Roses might bloom, roses might die,
Will I prevent tears from escaping my eyes?

Lighter burdens... An ode to Sly...

When distances are too wide to leap,
When promises are hard to keep,
When nights no longer let you sleep,
When the hills you climb become too steep,
When there are no more tears to weep,
When love has gotten a sideward sweep,
When the trench you fell into is far too deep,
When there are no crops for you to reap,
When slowly sorrow begins to creep,
When the love you gave is a discarded heap,
When you do not hear even a peep,
From the ones whose love you thought you'd keep...
Your burdens begin to lighten...

Nefertiti

Nefertiti with eyes like the Nile
You make my heart feel bleak...
With your evil, slow and sly smile
You make my knees go weak.

With lustrous, long coal black hair
You make my soul sing
With long slim fingers that are bare
You play on my heart strings.

With a golden glow so bright
You make me want to say
I look to you for dawn's light
Every single day!

Constant Chaos

In the chaos of my mind,
I travel through and find,
That I live in a world where

People are rushing round and round,
Trying to make things seem sound,
Instead of the teetering mess

That they call their daily life,
That's filled with sweat and strife,
And no time for peace.

People working two, three jobs,
The poor the normal and the snobs,
All intermixed in this mess.

People falling in love an out,
Just because of a shadow of doubt,
Letting go of the hands of those

Who were with them at their worst,
Even when they thought they'd burst,
They just don't seem to care.

And then there are people getting hitched,
The ones who found love after being ditched,
Happy once more like they deserve.

I stood there once with my heart in my hand,
Held together with just a rubber-band,
Now I gave to someone else

Who knows how to handle with care,
Someone, who I know, will always be there,
Just as I am for him.

The Children Are Gone

Breathe in and breathe out,

Makes my body scream and shout,

Soon for sure, without a doubt,

There will be no children.

I throw my hands up in despair,

They burn incessantly without a care,

Making my time here meaningless,

For there will be no children.

Times comes and Time goes,

First it rains, then it snows,

There is no more joy left,

As there will be no children.

It goes in and comes back out,

The cloud so thick, my insides shout,

Take me now and save me from,

There being no children.

I wish to go back to that time,

Where everything I knew and said was mine,

Not so horrible as this world,

Without any children.

I spin in circles, as always,

Thinking up excuses and of ways,

To get myself to avoid accepting,

That there will be no children.

My heart screams in misery,

I continue with the atrocity,

I wait and watch for the time,

When there will be no children.

I wring my hands in utter despair,

For I spent my life without a care,

Reckless in my decisions made,

But now there are no children.

Time went on, waiting for none,

I began to think of what will come,

The age of misery and ache,

Of there being no children.

I look ahead and see prospects bleak,

Only because I was too weak,

To hold back just a little bit,

And still there will be no children.

He was here, and now he is gone
Playing on his pipe, calling out in the morn
The piper was calling loud and clear,
The children are now gone.

Inspiration

Inspiration is a funny old girl,

She pops up and sends your world a-whirl,

She never is around when you need her to be

She is always running and jumping in glee.

When she puts her fingers on your neck

You have to stop everything, oh what the heck!

Just stop in your tracks,

And turn your backs,

On everything you did up till then,

Sit down with your paper and pen,

Write or draw or scribble like mad

When she's gone, she leaves you sad.

It's hard to find her all over again,

She sets off events like a long, slinking chain,

Which lags and drags and follows you around,

The thoughts in your head the only sound.

You ponder and wonder and scratch your head

Trying to figure out what she had said.

You only end up messing your hair,

(Some of which falls off of right there!!)

She walked by me right here and now

I managed a glimpse at her, somehow.

She smiled a wicked smile and ran

I wonder if she knew that I still can?

Fairies

Silver rays fall from the sky

Dappled leaves stretch far and wide

Walking by, she catches my eye

No place for her to run and hide.

Her slender form and hair so long,

Her eyes so clear and bright,

Her dress made of dawn's song,

Oh no, she's taken flight!

Darting from here to there she goes,

Not sitting still at all,

Now every one of us surely knows,

That fairies sleep in the fall!

But surely here is one awake,

With bright and beady eyes,

There she goes, light as a snowflake,

As through the woods she flies.

Futility

And in that hour of absolute pain
When I realized I had nothing to gain
I could only wait and see
If things were really meant to be.

As I waited for that whispered word
I knew at once I was being absurd
In hoping for that which will never be
The truth is You don't belong to me!

If I really had held on to your heart
Today we wouldn't suffer being apart
I had let go for a reason unknown
But now I find my love has grown.

The love has blossomed so fine and well
Even without you, here in hell,
I watch as its beyond my ability
And find my efforts end in futility.

I reach and grab with all my strength
And stretch to the limits of my length
The length of my very being and soul
I look for that which will make me whole.

I yearn for a loving word and caress
And those thoughts make me regress
To a place where finally I know I will be
At the peak of being joyous and happy!

But gone are those days in reality
When you and I were one entity
We shared our every thought and feeling
And now before the Lord I am kneeling

As I ask for just one more day
Where the sun rose my way
And set only when we were apart
Those memories are engraved in my heart!

The butterfly

Thus the flower enticed the butterfly,

Minding its own business as it flew along,

Not worried about anything, it fluttered,

So beautiful, happy, and strong.

The scent of the flower drew it near,

And it sped along to take a sniff,

And there it stayed, happy,

Sometimes fluttering, sometimes stiff.

As it opened and closed its wings

Staying on the flower

Standing on its feet, as it sings

Of love and its power.

Now the sunflower turns

And gives the butterfly a smile,

So while the scorching sun burns

The two last a while.

Together as one

Happy as bees

They sit and talk

About those and these.

The flower realized one thing

That it is nothing without the sun

But nobody helps it more

Than the butterfly, that gentle one!

His golden chariot and steeds so bright,
Erasing darkness, give the world light,
As He rides across the skies so fast,

Bringing dawn, at long last.

His smiling and perfectly wonderful face,

His youthfulness and charming grace,

Fill every heart with joy and desire,

To gaze constantly at the Lord of Fire.

He stops, stalls, or waits for none,

After all, He is the sun,

The conquerer of my heart,

But alas, we're doomed to be apart.

For although I am named after Him,

And He is my every fancy and whim,

I stand with my arms outstretched,

With His name in my heart etched,

He never even notices me,

As He rides by in all his glee,

I just follow His course each day

Gentle winds making me sway,

My feet rooted to the ground,

My tongue never making a sound,

I stand tall, and watch Him go by,

Not even a tear escapes my eye.