A dry well

To have loved and to be loved,we found joy in the fluttering of our hearts.

If only had we opened our hearts to each other, to know that we share the same burden on our shoulders.

Disappointed have you been my love, that you walked away one morning.

To save the heart from pain and to be sunken in it feels the same.

What gone and what if stayed could have made me happy?

What makes me a villain and a hero at the same time?

When do I take pride in the accomplishments of my heart?

Chennai

Chennai,

You brought me back to life with your warm embrace.

You gave me a taste of your heat and yet blew cool air over my face by the beach.

You memesmerized me with your vast pristine blue sea.

You reminded me again of life is full of once in a life opportunities.

Memories are meant to be made now,this moment will never come again.

You gently took my hand and showed me the world again.

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.