Belonging

You came searching for this
poem that would create
such a catastrophe, but more
of beauty - blooming out of it
like the rain in the poem
that you found by your window. Where


every mood is a allegory
to our moments, you came to
me wrapped in gold with a wreath
of Frangipanis in your hair, like the night
with the blurry Moon in your eyes
like sadness inside a memory
but more like joy in my heart
you came to me like the rain comes
wild and soft, humming a melody
like a Myna, like an eternal song
lilting on my lips.

Summer Rain

And Suddenly this Summer Rain
burns my lips.
Brings back the memory
of your lips.

Fire.

How i long for fire
of our sweet desire
That was burning through us
Oh our funeral pyre

So let's burn desire
And rise up higher.

Extra Sensory Perception

I can hear frogs 
croak miles away, in a city
by the bay. Feel the gust

of your sighs. Taste
the skies darkening. I know
you are painting
the clouds with your hair

open, plotting their fall

Saturday Sundowner - Tears

Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are all about acceptance, the bursting knowledge that pain is here to stay, so is sadness and all the swallows (of life) like joy. They are rivers of nonconformity; to the idea of illusionary happiness, shame, the idea that life is to be always happy amidst the tattle of everyday exigencies & a race towards pretense.

Tears are a rebellion against this very idea of utopia. Tears break this mirage, and help us let us be who we are beneath, take us towards feeling, towards peace.

We cry not because we are broken, but to mend. Crying a sign of strength, of how we make sense of loss, joy and this ephemeral life. All the mountains, rivers, trees cry - cry when the seasons change, when the flowers don't bloom, when rivers go dry, they go through these seasons - though we can’t see, but they quietly cry.

Crying is like praying, our private communion with god. We cry sometimes alone and at times with someone who knows our sadness like no one else can. And a moment like this gets etched in to the cosmos like a twinkling star.

It is an act of forgiveness. Forgiving yourself and the whole universe – an act of cleansing the soul, and soothing the heart

Tears open us up to the promise of another spring, they give us the belief that we will be alright, and tears are the proof that we are alive.

PS: Rain has just hit the city, but not quite yet, as i write this. Season of tears for heavens i guess..!!

The Hunger River

There's a river that flows

Between you and me

And the river it bends right

Into the sea

All the words that we spoke

Become seafoam

Buried in the sand 

No one else could read

River

The Hungry river

There's a river

A Hungry river

And all the little fish

That live inside the sea

Know all the secrets we share

Talk about you and me

The stars that shine

Are our eyes in the dark

When the river turns blind

As it tries to break free

River

The Hungry river

There's a river

A Hungry river..

Breathe......

Dreamers

There's no beginning
And there is no ending
For the love that reins
In our hearts

At times it is broken
Sometimes it's mending
We are together
Although we are far

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's a river
That flows within us

When silent desires
Take shape of shadows
We strain darkness
of the night with our eyes

And there's no defeat
In the way that we're loving
We are two broken pieces
of a single star

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's this river
That flows between us...