Like the Butterflies

Many colourson our wingsWe are likethe butterflies Flutteringin the breezeIn frolic and in painAlways looking nice The warm long hugsThe loud happy laughsPats on the headsAnd the soothing lullabies Talks on the swingsstretching into the nightsongs of nostalgiaand a pair of moist eyes Memories add a tingeto the colours on our wingsSome dark crimsonSome matchingContinue reading “Like the Butterflies”

Stillness of the deep

In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”

Nothing but you

Leave everythingthat is not youLeave no traces of youNot even few Scrape the edgesDown to the coreTill you are leftWith nothing more Shed the pretenceShed the prideRemove the nameleave the identity aside As we reachthe last crumbWe gnaw awaythe senses numb there in the stillnesswhen nothing is youWhat is leftIs nothing but you

Riding free

She rides the horseA free spirited steedHooves galloping swiftWings flying wideSometimes on the groundon the lush green meadowSometimes in airOn the fluffy white cloudskicking up the grassAnd sometimes the cloudsBouncing manesAnd her flowing hairMatching their rhythmMatching the stridesThere is a songThat the wind singsShe hears the songShe sings that tooThere are no reinsThere is nowhereContinue reading “Riding free”

My buried musical notes

I scribble my work notesKeeping my guitar asideMy song hangs in the airAs in my daily rut, I slide The pen writes deepImpressions go beyondIt takes its tollSmudges my happy song I need to pull backSit back and relax a littleThere is the sand that flowsThrough the hour glass so brittle I pick my guitarIContinue reading “My buried musical notes”

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plentyFlourishing in the fresh new glowFloating merrily aboveinvisible roots stretching out below They belong to the skyBorn out of the rainSun it’s fatherarisen from the earthly womb’s pain Yet to growThey are whiteSomeday they will be ladenWith all the burden that arise Turning darkIt obscures the sunCasting shadow on the earth belowFilledContinue reading “The earthy smell”

The quite place

It was a picnicJust Him and hera quiet placeDeafening silence prevailedFilled by the roar of waterHe seemed to say somethingThe bark was incessantThere was nothing to worryShe saidin a calming voiceher voice drownedin the falling waterThey were safeEncased by the logsIn their secret placeNo one would trouble themNot even her parentsNo one knewThe rising watersContinue reading “The quite place”