Every time I put my head on your shoulder,
I know that I’m home.
Tea and Prose
Every time I put my head on your shoulder,
I know that I’m home.
Who would have known
That I would sit here
Whiling away my time
Staring absently at the sky.
Sometimes a honey bee
Breaks my reverie
Sometimes I sip on my tea
Listening to chirping melodies.
Hours fly by
From daylight to twinkles in the sky
As I sit and dreamily wait
For my lover to walk through the gate.
A fallen Autumn leaf swirled up in the air.
Slowly it drifted down the lane.
A graceful glide with the gentlest wind waves.
On a rainy morning,
At some time of the day in mid-winter
I heard a sound of hustling,
Was it the trees rustling?
No silly, it’s the silver crockery
Crowded in Malvern Buttery.
The sounds of murmur rise in the air,
Is this a cafe or a winter fair?
With the warm smell of coffee
and oven-baked soft breads
A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.
My path; piled-up by snow
I continue to walk slow
Towards the imposing Mount Kilimanjaro.
*Inspired by the famous quote of Fyodor Dostoevsky, “To live without Hope is to Cease to live.” No matter how difficult life gets, we continue to give our best to achieve our dreams.
I am sorry, I was away.
When I arrive,
I will search in your eyes
for longing and desire.
I guess,
you would miss me.
When I arrived,
You never turned my way.
Or look towards me.
You even failed to realize,
I was away.
I am standing by your side.
With longing and love in my eyes
Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.
I picked a book from the library and excitedly ran all the way home.
I locked myself in the tiny closet and sat down on the floor.
Eagerly, I opened the book and the words were waiting for me.
Looking up at me curiously.
Two little strangers would embark on a new journey.
Slowly and patiently from one word to another I rolled.
The words started revealing a story like I hadn’t read before.
This time it took me into a forest dense and green.
I escaped from the reality and lost myself in this picture serene.
I was a Merman and a white-winged divine horse accompanied me.
A heaviness in the air,
An adventure was on its way.
A mystery to reveal.
I got absorbed in it so fast that I had forgotten to eat.
My mind raced..
Word by word, page by page.
I travelled in my mystical world
while being seated in my tiny unkempt home.
And just like this, everyday
I traverse into my world of fantasy
Away from the pain, fear, anger, brutality and poverty.
I go lands away just by coursing through the page
and I escape my reality.
What is wrong with me?
Why is my mind treating me so miserably?
All I ask for are a few words..
To please my soul.
But seems like my numb mind
Is being too difficult
To let it all flow.
All I ask for are a few words
To rain down from my brain.
But every time I sit down to write
Holding this pen with all my might,
My mind remains to be distracted
Refusing to partake in my efforts
That could possibly bring me
Some glory.
The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
Every flower needn’t have to be a rose.
A simple nameless plant,
Blooms when everything is dry and withered away.
Bringing hope and tiny smiles.
Some fools sketch,
Trying to capture beauty in simplicity.