Layers

Layers decorate the soul

to camouflage its true face.

Becomes someone else’s clone,

tangles itself in a maze.

Questions not what it adorns,

afraid of the unknown fears.

And then quietly lives on

reminiscing its prime years.

To feel the fire or the ice-

let the soul have its own eyes.

Aunty & Uncle

There she sits in her third floor balcony

watching us naughty kids play noisily.

The daily chores paused with a cup of tea,

one hand rests on the railing quietly.

Then she sees the vegetable vendor,

she gets up and calls out in her soft voice.

She ropes down a basket to our wonder-

fills up, pulls up, amidst the nuisance noise.

Her house is always open to us all,

and here is where we find our second home.

Love embeds in the layers of her wall,

but travels with us wherever we roam. 

I remember uncle and his sweet smile

that now reflects on aunty all the while.

Musk Rose

A musk rose bloomed on my sill

with white petals peeping in.

The quiet rooms amour filled

as its fragrance drifted in.

It gossiped with coffee beans

and spiced up a blended scent.

Rolled into my fuzzy dreams,

churned out a rosy essence.

Deep ingrained sweet and sour are

seeds of the waking-flower.