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.

The Rush

 

The rush begins in the mind.

And the hours seem like minutes.

Not a second to unwind-

the clock unkind, and mistreats.

Unaware you chug along

to reach somewhere but nowhere.

In this struggle to belong

you try to be everywhere. 

But the living will not care

when you fade into thin air.

Oaked

 

The fluffy black fur dazzles.

He watches with half closed eyes

-Someone has come to hassle. 

This human race so unwise-

In lazy nonchalant way

the bushy broom-tail he wags. 

With a yawn the bear-face sways. 

Lo! Arise! The master swags. 

He is done with human-time. 

Waits for his partner in crime.

Fragrances

 

My mind churns up old pictures. 

The heart beats to memories. 

The pain finds joyful mixture-

I breathe slow, deep, and with ease. 

How lovely were childhood tears-

blend of mischief and silence. 

The exaggerated fears. 

And the shy-full secret yearns. 

I still can scent their fragrance.

My tongue waits to rewind once. 

Well

 

Slowly I descended into the well-

with water long gone it seemed parched and dry.

Here in the years bygone warm springs had dwelled

quenching the thirst keeping the spirits high.

Steps of stone led deeper into the past,

and tingled my soul with fanciful tales.

How unaware of an abyss so vast

yet a wonderful mix of joy and wails.

But for the bees and ghost eyes of the peers-

my thoughts echoed in the silence profound.

I wished this well had elongated ears

for coins of prayers were scattered around.

The noise above fading, the depth nearer-

I heard the voices in my head clearer.