Tomorrow

Like a scarlet leaf caught on the east wind
I loitered aimlessly, wherever the life took me
Before I could touch the ground, you came
Came in like a hurricane and blew me away
Away with you, to the skies,
Skies, where I thought I didn’t belong

My illusion faded to reality
As I stood holding your hands
I got lost in your eyes,
drowned in your gaze
Just to find myself.

On this special day, I confess
I confess that I am yours, every bit of me
And I promise, you will be mine
As long as you want

Hold my hands and walk with me
Towards eternity,
Let the void swallow us
Let us drown to the place we want to be
Let us drown in tomorrow

Sonnet in the winds

Entrenched I was in my plodding reality,
She swooped in like a sonnet in the winds
Lifting me to her distant dreamy world

[Alternates] The road not taken

I shall be telling this with a smile
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I –
I took the road less taken,
Or I took the one most taken
It makes no difference whatsoever
In the grand scale of things,
Not the road, but YOU matter.


To read the original poem, go here.


 

Greateful

Starlit nights and moon beneath skies

The mild breeze and ever stretching seas

The bright sunny day when little birds play

The icebergs that look like foam

I’m greateful for the Earth we call home.

Painting

It’s my thoughts, my emotions

My life, diligently painted

Dot by dot

I put the brush away, and stared

As everything fell into a single line

My past, present and future

I carefully hung it in the wall

And I stepped in

Into my magical world. Adieu!

Conscious dream (The banyan tree – II)

Read the first part here: The Banyan Tree – I

 

The sky painted blue

Yellow lantern rising

Its rays waking wings

Sparkling dew on green carpet

He skipped a puddle

Towards the big floating branches

I could watch him all day

His soft hair, his stubble

 

He sat near me silently

His eyes reflecting my face

A small curve on his lips

With his back touching the

Banyan tree, he took my hand

Within his hands

No words exchanged

 

I turned my face away from his

As he slowly leaned onto me

Its not really a good bye, he said

My eyes went watery

The war isn’t easy,

And all the life it has claimed

Sacred isn’t a word enough

This banyan tree has been our sanctum

With myriad memories flashing

I choked

 

He said nothing

Kept mum, shifting slowly

‘Oh Mike!’ I gasped,

as he slowly slipped

A ring onto my finger

 

to be continued…