A Flower Tells Hundred Words…

Originally published in Triond on June 2008

Pristine, chaste, tender, intense
A flower shows us the way to God
Or way to our inner selves, our soul
It brings in a sense of awe, wonder, peace
Love, memories, nostalgia
Every time I look at a flower – dew fresh and serene
I feel, I am looking at the eyes of a naive child
A child, who is eager to be cuddled and touched
I touch the tender petals, breathe the aroma
And leave it there to grow to feel the bliss forever

When someone makes your day

Originally published in Triond on June 2008

My days have been dull, dogged
I was sinking in to a deeper labyrinth
Day in and day out struggling to breathe
To breathe in deep
It was my earnest endeavor to live
Then one fine day
You sprinkled the glitters
The glitters of love and blessings
Only to rejuvenate my soul
To a greater reality
A reality of being blessed to be fine
Of being the best.

Virgin love

Originally published in Triond on May 2008

You wish to go to a river side
Work doesn’t amuse you anymore
Filthy politics took the place of credibility
You had always wished to go to a river
It need not be blue, picturesque
A river – immaculate and transparent
The water fuller and not much rippled
The lucidity in which we can see each other
We can look into each other’s eyes
And understand what we want.
Yes didn’t we always want that?
A transparent love!

Killer sadness

Originally published in Triond on May 2008

Nothing can make me cry
Nothing can kill me
The way your sadness does.
I can brave the bitter world outside
I can live the life as it comes
I know I can
You know I can.
So why are you sad?
What makes you lost?
Why do you ruin the moment?
By reasoning about things I wish to forget?

I forgot

Originally published on Triond in May 2008

I forgot
I forgot to ring you
You had been waiting
Waiting lonely and distressed
Waiting could be killing
It’s more killing to know, I have made you wait!
I pretended
I pretended that I forgot
I missed death by seconds
I might not have lived
Lived to ring you
To say that I am sorry, I have made you wait!

You came to me

Originally published in Triond on May 2009

Being in love is an endless story which is better when remains unexplored….

You came to me
Like a storm
Like a torrential rain
Changing my dusk to dawn
You came to me
Like a freshness
Like an angel
Changing the alphabets of my life
Stirring my internal organs to a strange sensation
You came to me like an endless story.

What is love

Originally published in Triond on May 2009

Love should be transparent and immaculate or else it’s not love at all.

You wish to go to a river side
Work doesn’t amuse you anymore
Filthy politics took the place of credibility
You had always wished to go to a river
It need not be blue, picturesque
A river – immaculate and transparent
The water fuller and not much rippled
The lucidity in which we can see each other
We can look into each other’s eyes
And understand what we want.
Yes didn’t we always want that?
A transparent love!