Growing old

My eyes are growing old
With the bleaks I suppose not to see and less of shines I must
I wonder if you will like me with old eyes.

My ears are growing old
With spurt of falsities and less of solicitous symphony I must
I wonder if you will like me with old ears.

My lips are growing old
With the fake guilt smiles and less of squashy love I must
I wonder if you will like me with old lips.

My nose is growing old
With plastic breeze and less of essential fragrance I must
I wonder if you will like me with an old nose.

My heart is growing old
With sopping up blots, blues, blames, growing big and supple
I know you will love me with an old heart.

Scheme

Sunday haiku

Two bodies far flung
Thousands of miles conspiring
To split their lone soul

Death of Dreams

Dreams Must Not Always Come True. Beauty Lies in Moving on with Smiles.

The star falls, sky smiles
Hails new stars even at death
Dreams die, we cry on

Death of a nightmare

A Leaf from My Diary, Dated: 23 JAN 2010

I woke up to the just risen sun
A beautiful day and the broken bench
I sat there to the familiar half broken squeaky sound
Nothing has changed except the willow tree
It gathered more dust and wisdom
The swallow still has a busy morning
And the sky still intrigued playing with the shades of gold
I have all the time on earth
Had dreamt of the bench last night, I had to come back
The creepy sound reminded me of the nightmare
That has died dishonorably to my dreams now.

Ressurection of a Phoenix

One Word Most Cliched yet Most Empowering: Friendship

You have offered
Some cadaveric moments
Absorbing into purple ashes
Of some do not exist kinda state
And then a skyful of ecstasy
Some absolute, honest bliss
And, I, a reborn gold phoenix of spring,
Offer you my gratitude.
You have given me friends.

Because of you

'It is a Sweet Thing, Friendship, a Dear Balm, a Happy and Auspicious Bird of Calm.'

The dawn ushers love
Balming the dark blood, black hurts
My dusk has just dawned

Dilemma

Originally published on May 2008

To follow my heart or my brain
To go or not to go
I went I had to

I am growing old

Originally published on February 2008

My eyes are growing old
With the bleaks I suppose not to see and less of shines I must
I wonder if you will like me with old eyes.

My ears are growing old
With spurt of falsities and less of solicitous symphony I must
I wonder if you will like me with old ears.

My lips are growing old
With the fake guilt smiles and less of squashy love I must
I wonder if you will like me with old lips.

My nose is growing old
With plastic breeze and less of essential fragrance I must
I wonder if you will like me with an old nose.

My heart is growing old
With sopping up blots, blues, blames, growing big and supple
I know you will love me with an old heart.

You May Now Kiss the Bride: Haiku

Originally published in AC on February 2009

Color, pomp, prose, fun
Grandeur, giggles, glitters
Hopes sewn in I do

Hurting hurts: Haiku

Originally published in AC on December 2008

Life is but funny
You still live after being hurt
You hurt, you just die

Death of a dew: Haiku

Originally published in AC on November 2008

A crystal dew pearl
Bobbles on the glossy green
Dies to the dazzles

Pride Haiku

Originally published in AC on May 2008

Spurting tall through sky
Eyeing down with fake conceit
I'm not belittled.

What is divine

Originally published on AC on January 2008

I saw a scruffy man shorter than a short man
Scraping hard climbing onto an enormous tree
To untangle an insignificant kite
That was flowing fluid with the wind
For an infamously petite girl

Who was stretching back and up
Staring straight with two sparkly keen eyes.

Suddenly the man became humongous
I saw a halo around him!

She is a mother

Originally published on January 2008

Her lavender hair covers me in golden morning sun
She comes with the flavor of darjeeling tea
I grasp her tight, I am still in dreams
She pats me gently on my back, I know she is curious.

I haste through my shower, it's terribly cold, the water is colder
I get a shiver on my spine, the water is frosty and cutting
She tinkles to make sure the hot water flowing all right
I sneak out half done with my job, as always.

She forces my savory lunch into my carrier unstruggling
I rush out to the traffic outside, devalued, delayed by minutes
Her face grilled, curious and concerned
Yet wearing the most adorable smile.

It stays with me all through the day
Through the bleakness, through the sun
Through the falsities of the big bad world
The smile is but a magic wand, troubleshooting the unpleasantness.

I come back to the tranquil lap, she soothes me of all that do not matter.
She never retires, she is there always, no time out for her
She is my mom, she is our mother
She is a mother.

A Wish

Originally published in AC on January 2008

The pomp, grandeur, festival
All the fun, frolic, merriment
I don't understand.

I just heard that 2007 has gone by
And we need not carry the pains, despair, regrets
No cries, tears, aches, this time
All are but past.


Let's usher the new life
A year filled with hopes and happiness
Let's live instead of getting ready for it.
Live you dreams, your thoughts, your time
May you have the-way-you-want-to-have-it life ahead.