Home

I look at you with inquisitive eyes,
You look back and I am lost.
You take my hand and pull me to dance,
All of it feels like trance.
We sit in the midst of the crowd,
Oblivious to the noise around.
I look at you yet again and you look back,
This time it dawns upon me,
that home is not a place
It is a person and lost I am no more..
You are home!


Today I feel homesick as I put you down in words
I think we know why..
If only we had tried!

The Secret

Amidst a full moon night adorned with stars, sat a table, dimly lit by candles. The burning flames highlighting their faces. They were celebrating a year of marital bliss.He had her company and yet he could not capture her attention. For she was lost in introspection, gazing at the beautiful zodiac in the night sky, reflecting upon the memories she would forever treasure.

Same night, same time, three thousand miles away, he looked up at the sky to spot his moon and smiled. A warm blanket of memories enveloped him from the cold night, memories he would never forget.

Their secret remained safe with the moon.

Three people,
Three lives

Two connected by,
Marital ties

But only two connected
At heart

Happy married couple
Stamped by the world,

But only their souls know,
What their hearts refuse to show

Because out of three,
Two are married

But oh how then
Only one happy?

Bound by society,
The unmarried couple leads a secret life,

Because only two are
Connected at heart

And the rest are lies....

SEASONS

You walked in like the summer breeze,

warm and pleasant

taking over spring,

bliss was all you brought

captivated my thoughts,

I was unarmed and caught

Like winds of Autumn,

later,you left me high and dry

I fell to the ground,

like the leaves from a tree unwound

I tried to stick back together,

the pieces of my broken heart

but little did I know,

That winter wasn’t far..

Along came the frosty Winter,

Disguised as your absence

froze my soul,

No longer was I whole

Days passed by,

And I saw a ray of light

touching my cheek

pulling me right

to the blooming flowers and seed fairy showers

Gradually I feel like myself again,

Maybe this is life

Where season’s change...

R.I.P

Her affection seemed to nag him.
He asked her to cut it out!
She obliged.
The blood stained clothes and his bleeding body now 

Rested In Pieces...

The Prisoner

Her wings are chained
like her heart,
to the walls of her captive soul
in a tiny dark room of her body,
It screams to break free....
To attain the key and unlock,
The dreams and desires that flock,
Her eyes can see the light of dawn,
Her mind can feel its warmth,
Oh! But why does the soul still feel so cold?
The mind so rational wonders how 
her beating heart feels so lifeless...
Her fingers, the wrinkles left from a smile, they caress..
Yet, the empty dying soul hunts for the lost key,
For her wings are chained
And it screams to break free......