Her

Her annoyance was like pleats of her saree. 

Layered, symmetrical, tucked gently under a calm surface 

Yet on days it was a riot of asymmetry, the pleats would rebel 

Her exclamation was like the earrings on her ears. Arranged, organised , swinging occasionally.

Yet on days it was full of wild noises, the ears would buzz with entropy 

Her laughter was like the bangles on her wrist. 

full of calming joy, merely shining the rainbow colours. Yet on days they were

Striking against each other, singing songs and chiming loudly.

Her happiness was like the design on her blouse . Mild, seen but not seen and holding its own magic.

Yet on days it was unkempt, eye catching and causing a flutter 

Faith

The one I like this to read may never respond

Why then do I write?

The one I love this to be felt may never discern

Why then do I feel?

The one I want to wait may never arrive

Why then do I wait?

The one I talk to in my head may never reply

Why then do I talk?

The one I share everything I have may never partake

Why then do I share?

The one I keep looking for may never return a gaze

Why then do I stare?

The one I keep warming up to may leave me in the cold

Why then do I warm up to?

The one wish I always pray may never be answered

Why then do I keep faith?

One Image, Multitude of Possibilities

And there is a seed under the ground about to sprout

to come to life or remain latent?

And there is a feeling in my heart about to express

to unveil in my eyes or remain inside?

And there is a hesitation in my fingers about to disappear

to hold the air carefree or remain careful?

And there is a shilly-shally in my eyes about to survey intently

to gaze with wide eyes or remain at corners?

And there is a festival inside me about to celebrate

to invoke the goddess or remain waiting?

And there is a lightness in my hair about to settle

to flow with the breeze or remain stationed?

And there is a tradition in my attire about to find fashion

to bring back the old or remain in transition?

And there is ruddiness in my look about to blush

to surrender myself or remain blossomed?

The wall won't stand

This wall is ours. Built on our silence and Standing on our desertion

Stacked one over the other, the bulky rocks of rugged granite

Cemented by pain and touched over by blindness

Tall enough to comfort your back. Long as much as my sight

On your side, the Sea, the sand and the shore

The waves ever so dancing and the breeze ever so musical

On this side, the wet road snaking the wall and showing the way

The green tall trees ever so caring and ever so protective

The wall does its thing, separates our worlds

or, so we think. or, so we plan

who can stop the music of waves from regaling the leaves

who can stop my skin from feeling the sea

Come the shower from the clouds, the mist from the breeze

They all do their part hugging cajoling the wall

See that green mold, the brackish tint on our wall

Count your steps, I count my steps on our different ways

Behind your back and just in my sight, the wall is gone

Where is the wall? its the fallen leaves, the mold and the sand

Imposters in the sky

I stare into the sky from my window in this quiet night

Where are the stars I wonder

The depth of sky still visible without stars

Is it my eyes that can see so deep?

Is it the silence that knows no bounds?

Are the clouds in the sky that give me sense of vision?

Or the clouds in my heart that guide me into the depths?

Stars are absent but imposters yes, they mimic those twinkles

Do I rely on these imposters 

Nay, I see through them

Its the imposters that tell you the depth of sky

Should I make do with this tinsel ?

May be I should, without their help how can you see what’s real

I am still awake

The eclipse is gone, the night has dawned

And in a while, night will also go

but I am still here watching the optics play and rest

Who is heavenly? Who is unwavering?

clearly, its me!

The sun, the earth, the cosmos - you just play your games

It is dark. Who is consuming the darkness?

Its me!

Give me a moment, the darkness will be gone

Will it be gone because I consumed it?

Or may be you gifted me a moment, so it will go

will it be gone because it had to go?

Or may be I have to gift you light, so it will goi

is it the destiny of darkness to die

Or may be its your fate, you can’t hold darkness like I do, so it will go

It is vast, the vacant spaces and free thoughts

Its mine

In a moment, all of it will be occupied

Don’t take my moment or the spaces will be gone

Will it be gone because you occupy the vastness?

Or may be you snatched the moment, so it will go

Will it be gone because it had to go?

Or may be I have to lose my openness, so it will go

Is it the destiny for eyes to be occupied

Or may be its your fate, you can’t keep free spaces, so it will go

Hugging

I stand tall pretending to stand level with you
spreading my wings wishing to take you in my arms
and in one deep breath, i take it all
you, the greeny vast mounts
and your bluey sky tinted by the evening sun
the drizzle, your scent on my skin
and I feel your breath in this breeze
I take it all in one deep breath
and you clasp me all to your bosom
the rocks below my feet have melted
the worry of a lifetime on my head is vanished
my arms stretch cosmically
as you hold me in thrall and I lose myself in you.