A Moonlit Morning

In the early winter morning.
She walks to her moonlit bathing pool,where the steps disappear into the silver shimmering waters.
Her black hair glazed with herb infused coconut oil.
As she gently messages her skin with an aromatic mix of Kasturi manyal, chandana,vaca in her body oils to give her skin that lustrous shine.
She enters the pool offering prayers to the 7 rivers of her land as she bathes in it.
Enjoying the early morning bath with songs and water splashed dances with the ladies.

Adorns herself with fragrant flowers and all dressed to leave that enchanting pool.

Enters her pooja room to pray with fondness to her dearest friend Parvati Devi and her husband Lord Shiva by her side.

Shiva Parvati takes the stage where lamp,incenses and camphor are lit.

She prays for the fulfillment of her wishes, as the smoky fragrance carries her prayers to her beloved Gods in Kailash.

Dreams

Dreams, a world which is sometimes familiar sometimes distant.

Where nightmares dance around you or 

your desires sweep you of your feet.

Memories take a different form and still I live without the sense of my body feeling pain and happiness in it.

As I spiral through the emotions deep inside me. 

Dreams reveal the poetry of the world to those who are listening.

Oh! Dreams,come and sing poetry so profound to my ears as I dip in wisdom spoken by you to many during my wakeful hours.

Thank you note

We held on to your comforting words when the world around us was turning dark.

We leaned into your care,as you nursed us back to health.

Your name resonated warmth, compassion and above all trust.

Admiration to the attention and skill that you always display.

Like the first ray of light only gets brighter during the day, so you filled our hearts with hope as every day passed by.

You simply made us your family to breathe life into us again.

Krishna Janmashtami

You come in many disguises and steal my vulnerable heart.

In any disguise your sweetness is real. 

Stay for some more time before you run away without telling me again,Krishna. 

Saturation my dear, Saturated.

I have leaped, jumped 

And stretched to my limit.

Still I find myself empty.

I have strived to pace with the world around me.

And lost my rhythm my body yearns to find.

I have learnt learnt and burnt for a living.

I have lost the tune my minds reminds me to sing.

With a stomach full of food a dog makes peace with himself.

Why do I need the higher to just sit with myself?

I deny myself of peaceful solitude to justify my distraction I hold on too.

Time ticks away like hand in your hand.

Waking up to another morning to grind.

A Handful of Earth

As gypsy woman unfolds your future through her crystal ball.

I unearth my ancestors in a handful of fertile soil.

So many battles fought.

So many lessons taught.

In this cycle of life,I still believe,

I am not the one to be caught.

While I sit here and rot.

As bussiness flourished,

Civilizations were nourished.

Gods remembered,

Lovers forgotten.

While boundaries were broken,

Truth remained sealed.

I stand here reminded of the greatness this land has borne.

I stand here reminded, born of a seed from this earth.

Only to return to this handful of soil as dust, to fertilize this earth again.

Bhumi Mother

I wake up every morning to step a foot on your chest.

While I keep building my dreams around you. Sometimes stubborn where I want you to yield to my wishes.

Has this child of yours gone too far in troubling his mother?

Where this disease is devouring the saint and the sinner alike.

In this play of life has one of your child been to cruel to you?

Where he sees flowers still bloom,bees still buzz. Butterflies flutter their wings.

The trees bare fruits and the birds still sing.

The squirrels collect nuts and the dogs still laze around on a breezy sunny evening. 

Unaffected by the miseries he has brought upon himself, his siblings still living life the way it's meant to be.

Has his ambitions to become the greatest left a hole in your heart?

Oh! Mother wrap us again in your warmth and care.

I still want to breathe to see you smile at me again.

Uncertainty Brews

In the shadows of the past,uncertainty brews.

Is tomorrow the light that awaits the living or a smoke of chaos and fear.

Today I live waiting for another tomorrow.

Today dawns another routine.

Will tomorrows be the same?

While today lies in grace brought actions and tomorrow lives in my mind's distant thought. 

Uncertainty my constant companion when I still long for a promised tomorrow.

What is not here today,I wish in tomorrows.

To seal the treasures of tomorrows, I give up living.

If it's a fool's way to not invest in tomorrows.

Then what is this anxiety of the unborn future?

Uncertain are the ways of life.

For it makes promises to none.

Today you're here, tomorrow elsewhere.

Slow down to find your way.

Where are you speeding away?

Too your grave, may I ask.

If it were a sporting event,bring me the championship, I would demand.

Where lies your mind, where you race to your grave and arrive late for your date.

Waiting in the garden, I see you speed off the corner.

Leaving behind what you had hoped for.

Let it be in the winding roads of life, we ride together,enjoying the mountains and sea as we go along.

You're but a dream waiting to become real

Here is another poem I'm sharing to the world. 

You're but a dream waiting to become real.

Where I can feel your breath.

Touch your face.

Taste your lips.

And watch you smile.

You're but a dream waiting to become real.

Where your dreams are mine.

Our hopes intertwined.

Your laugher my music.

Our wildness our passion.

You're but a dream waiting to become real.

Your shoulder to lean, on a moonlit night.

Your warm embrace with a campfire at sight.

Your trust my strength.

Your time my eternity.

You're but a dream waiting to become real.

Moonlight

Krishna, my needs drew you towards me.

That electrifying pull in your presence needs no explanation.

Earth softened where you lead me.

I could be wherever I wanted and still you would be right next to me.

Night and day didn't matter to you,when I needed you.

With every reason I found, I came running to you.

Fear and excitement gripped me when I remembered your name.

Krishna,to play your role,you left in a hurry.

Now only your fond memories remain like moon light to travellers.

Krishna, when will you come again...

Friendship our way.

As long as there are stars above and earth beneath our feet.

Our conversations will always find light.

Where words are magical and listening is just but natural.

Giggles and laugher of our ingenious plots.

With the past alive again and future at a distant horizon.

Time ticks away as present stretches through night and day.

Where guards are down and not a penny to make.

Playing along the corridors of our minds,we find our way.

All throughout the year or a single day, our conversations have always found a tune that sings a melody to soothe our aching hearts. 

Poetry

Every moment,every person you meet is a poetry waiting to be written.

Sweetness

You sing poetry to my ears,

Where my heart blooms like a flower.

I see not the shape of your existence,

But the beauty in your words.

For I have tasted the sweetest honey in your thoughts. 

And now,I cannot go back to the gloominess that I call life.