A Little Prayer

She found a home
in the heart of a leaf.
Unbound she fell from
the tresses of the sky.
One in a million
threaded pearls just.
She turned away from
the wooing lights of dawn.
Waiting to become one
with her beloved heaven.

She came as the answer
to a prayer from the earth.


Songs Of The Meadow

‘Will you love me forever?’
Her tender eyes questioned.

‘You are a shore to my hasty waves,
a stroke among a many on my canvas,
a sweet bloom in my chaotic garden.
Forever is what I cannot promise.
The moment is my only gift for you.’
Replied his faltering gaze.

In him once, she found,
The oasis for her deserted life.
Lyrics for her empty songs.
Wings for her flightless dreams.
Guiding star for her verge of unmapped.

Under the canopy of generous shade,
She sat with emptiness by her side.
A wistful stare.
A broken yearn within.
Ears starving for those songs.
And all she could hear,
Was the agony of cacophonous silence.

She Bloomed In My Garden

Her fathomless dark eyes,
Like the stretch of the night,
Gazes at me, and I lingered,
In pensive,
In my woven memories.

A flower came to my vacant shade.
In reticent, she reached out to me.
With intrigue, I watch her everyday.

My words became crippled,
By her impalpable grace,
Her sighing limbs,
Speaks to my soul,
In scintillating sonata,
With a dialect of its own,
Challenging my timid heart,
Creating a tumultuous wave,
A want to break on her shore.

This flower, perfecting herself,
Bloomed in my garden.

And I Wander

A desolate street is my mind,
In mocking confinement I walk.

In the mirth of flowers.
In the mischief of light breeze.
In the curtsy of the meadow grass,
At the arrival of the wind.
In the harmonious notes,
Of the frolicking ripples.
In the liberated glistening pearls,
Of the rumbling clouds.

Your overwhelming presence,
A tormenting shiver down my spine.
Yet my path is desolated.

Glimpses of seeing and unseeing,
Struck the chords of my heart,
Giving birth to myriad aches.

Have mercy on my timorous heart.
With fervid steps I carry on,
Perfumed by faraway memories,
I wander, not knowing where I go.

Keeper Of Secrets

Falling ripples in attire of different hues,
Roaming over, devouring everything.
Seeing, hearing, yet ignores.
Through the spreading of old cracks,
Muses of oil lamp merge with lulls,
Dispiriting the orchestra of crickets.
Soothing her precious children to slumber,
A mother retires, mirroring their sweet smile.
Shadow of a serpent manifests then,
Like a lurching storm, it strikes,
A shriek thunders,
As if to split the earth’s bosom.
Down the street in oblivion,
An old man trotters in hidden layers,
Rejected, abandoned, forgotten,
Seeking a dwelling from piercing cold.
Ahead in the comfort of eiderdown,
A temptress hunting her prey.
Magnifying the spark, building an inferno,
Behind the closed blinds.
The world, under siege,
From the never ending darkness,
Craving to plot, collecting deeds.

Meet Me Under The Azure Sky

A soft tap on my door,
Yearning to be heard,
In the blossoming month of May.
From the depth of my soul,
Surging waves of curiosity erupt.
I tiptoed barefoot and uncertain
To unlock the fragile wings,
To glide as one with the spring zephyr,
Into the arms of this beautiful stranger.
Shedding the coat of inhibition,
Crossing the forbidden threshold,
With this untamed heart of mine,
Wanting refuge in his arms.
I trod down this dreamy path.
My eyes drank to quench.
My mind dizzied by sweet perfume.
Delicious warmth washed in,
Tousling my already tangled hair.
Like a caress from a forgotten lover,
Imprisoned by tender sensations,
Chaotic array in my chest,
Battling to be let out,
As a confetti of enchanting notes,
Into the azure sky.
Lying down with a hush,
To admire the vastness,
To sing with the carolling clouds.
And as the world blushed,
Sprinkled with perfect scarlet,
With a subtle smile on my lips,
I knew then, I just knew.

Be My Winter Friend

White puffs fall from the sky,
Covering the barren wasteland
With a pale undulating blanket-
On the astonishing vastness.
Stiff and fragile bare branches,
Speak of once crowned beauty,
As sorrows of drizzle fall,
One by one to the ground.
A blink of an eye is the day,
Endless have become the nights.
Bitter coldness creep its way,
Into my already damp world.
Flicker of hope lies dormant,
Seeking a fire on the hearth.
Let not the warmth be a nemesis.
A sigh escapes with a shudder,
To hear the crackling flame.
Do not come for a season,
Come what may, my friend!
Till eternal darkness conquers me.

Dangerous Love

Crashing on the gentle sand,
blurring with murky tears,
vanishing before the eyes,
leaving a faint memory,
your love is—
like the unfaithful waves.

Full of secrets in the heart,
plotting in inky darkness,
with vicious eerie stillness,
eager to prey,
your love is—
like the dead night.

Brief and sudden in nature,
bursting with pent up fury,
pelting down shards,
echoes of black and blue,
your love is—
like the hammering rain.

Chained like a helpless prisoner,
the urge to hide,
yet nowhere to run,
dying a thousand deaths,
your love is—
like an inescapable dungeon.


Unsteady tiny feet,
posing for a photo,
near the hibiscus tree,
holding a flower in hand,
pretty in a pink frock,
takes me home.

Tossing a shiny stone,
jumping up and down,
stamping on the ground,
ahead on the squares,
playing hopscotch with kin,
takes me home.

The big wooden swing,
going higher and higher,
singing my heart out,
to the shy ladybirds,
I still have to catch,
takes me home.

The laughter on the street,
echoing in my ears,
as rain pours down,
playing with neighbors,
making a splash,
takes me home.

Sitting on grandma’s lap,
listening to mesmeric stories,
of the stars, moon, and sun kneeling,
an escaped teardrop,
for the betrayed,
takes me home.

The blessing from dome,
calling out to people,
the time of dusk,
recitation from every house,
the peace outside,
takes me home.

Staring at the space,
cold wind on my face,
a longing in my bones,
whispers only I hear,
with an endless patience,
for I miss you my home.