I’m a 7-year old.

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.

Twilight

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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.

 

 

Love

Love.

A beautiful emotion,

the lesser said the better.

It is a feeling that needs

to be experienced.

 

Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.

You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.

You know that their hearts melt

when their lips slowly turn into a smile

every time they see you.

You know your love would give up everything

just to be with you.

 

Love is a feeling that slowly kills

a little bit of you,

yet you love..

Because it keeps you alive.

 

 

 

Haunted Castle

Haunted castle. 

Restless ocean.

Dreary thunderous night. 

Dusty curtains. 

Lost footsteps. 

Creaky wooden floors. 

Dirty hingeless doors. 

Rusty leaking taps. 

Sleepy rabid bats.

Withered old trees.

A rustle on dried leaves.

A shadow with the breeze.

A lacy low-cut red gown.

A gasp.

A silent forgotten scream. 

My Mother’s Perfume

She smiled in the mirror

while braiding her hair

with fair daisies.

 

She pinned them tightly

then draped on her

Rosy-pink saree like in 1980s.

 

Her face gleamed with joy

The kohl in her doe-eyes

Was a reason to many broken-hearted cries.

 

The pink lily talcum perfumed her cheeks

I look at her fondly

as Amma walks past me

like a summer breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Umbrella Girl

She stepped out again

when it started to rain.

She held an umbrella in her hand

& wore no slippers on her feet.

She liked to splatter,

the water on the streets

with her bare feet.

So every time it rained

People who saw her exclaimed,

“There goes the Umbrella Girl again!”