Bracelet

 

She wears his bracelet of love

where memories are preserved.

She smiles to veil the sweet pain.

And the brown beads calm her nerves.

Hidden And Seen

 

The smile that surfaces is a pretence

that vies to hide the pain unforgotten.

The body at ease but the mind is tense,

and to conceal the wound the smile broadens.

There lies a clear path you want to take

but is blurred by us with our vague wisdom.

Unaware that your wishes are at stake,

you choose the path that many have ridden.

The soul oscillates to others’ rhythm,

and the heart beats to the melodies rolled.

But the chords are not what you would have strummed,

and the beauty lessens when others mould.

Little by little far you have been nudged-

wonder what if you had remained unbudged.

Button

 

My soul is like a button-

shining but peppered with holes.

Though fragile, at times stubborn

till it fades and takes a toll.

I spin a yarn to appease

with spicy colourful threads.

New flavours erase the crease,

and iron out the loose shreds.

And as the lore weaves and pours-

the soul gets a fresh decor.