On A Quiet Rainy Day

It's raining and I had the whole day to myself to relax and introspect. Life hasn't changed much, neither have I. Just like the rain. Sometimes, it is a heavy downpour, sometimes, a drizzle. But the essence remains the same. Sometimes, I wish I had him close so I could tell him all my thoughts and sometimes I wish, he was here and understood the unspoken. We haven't seen too many rainy days together. I just wish we do in the near future. A few more days to go. I'll see him again and I hope it rains. There's nothing more beautiful than the rain and the beloved by your side in winter.

Someday...

Across the oceans
Wherever you are
In the distant land,
I'll be there,
To say, I love you,
In the midst of
The fields of dazzling colours...
Colours of our hearts
In deep meditation
Lost in the infinite space
It'll all be yours and mine;
Our time, our realm,
Our song, our dream...
A dance, a kiss,
The soul dissolving bliss.

Colours Of My Paradise

The yellow of the silent Autumns,

The grey of the floating clouds,

The blue of the gigantic oceans,

The green of the wet meadows,

The black of the fragrant nights,

The brown of his laughing eyes,

Splashed on its tranquil canvas,

Are the colours of my paradise.

Come Back...

Come back, my love, into my arms,

The longer it waits,

The gloomier it gets;

The heart breaks and sadness disarms

Come back, my love, stay close

There are dreams to share 

A soul to bare

Come back, with a single red rose.

Come back, my love, time awaits

She needs to rest now

Regain her sparkling glow

Come back, we'll watch the sunsets.

Cloudless skies weep, shadows scream,

Rain ceases to charm

The sun isn't warm

Come back, you're this dreamer's dream.

Connected

Fifty two stories for fifty two Saturday evenings,

Drenched in love, a delicate, tender romance, he promises

He makes me believe in dreams set in paradise,

Chocolaty, sweet, warm, trickling down my essence.

The heart stirs, he smiles, and the chaos fades away,

With eyes shut, his arms around my waist, we sway,

Dancing away into our Universe, we live another day,

Yesterday imprinted on this day, keeping distance at bay.

We hold on to uncountable moments, past and present,

Living them over and over again, radiant and ebullient,

He whispers little secrets, about his desires and intent,

About us together, watching the sun's ascent and descent.

Words, his gentle words, flow like the wayward streams,

Meandering, never pausing, amidst the valley of dreams,

They paint beautiful portraits of love with varied themes,

With the happiest shades of a million, exotic light beams.

Two Years

A million words have been written,
Uncountable dreams have been woven,
Beautiful bouquets of promises,
Overwhelming torrents of kisses,
Love, its tangible definitions,
Unconditional always...
Have seeped deep, so deep,
There's only us and the divine grace.

Twenty Nine

Leisure seems like a dreaded malady

Tonight, the soul cries,

The heart aches

Tears; they seep out stealthily

If only the mind knew why...

There’s love around, unconditional love

The fortress of affection stands strong

Where is it breached then?

For a million thoughts, a million emotions

Drown every alive and fluttering dream.

Time flies when it should crawl

And stops when it should fly.

With a part of the soul miles away,

Tis a struggle to find the drifting self

Lost in the dark, infinite vacuum.

It’ll live; the knowledge poisons romance

She wasn’t meant to be without him.

The heart wasn’t supposed to beat.

In this incomplete, hazy Universe

She shouldn't...

She can’t even finish her soliloquy.

Cardamom Plantations And Happiness

Spiraling up the mountain, like a wisp of smoke, were two euphoric souls

Their essence fluttered to the touch of the warm, pristine greenery,

Tall trees, their branches and leaves, swayed with the restless wind 

The wind that pushed the cottony clouds closer and closer to them.

Breathing in through that veil of clouds, their hands clasped tightly,

Spellbound by the drooping lilies, hundreds of white and red hibiscus

And the the aroma of the wet soil, the wet rocks,  the wet moss,

They discovered the source of magic; a sparkling stream of water.

She whistled a song, an elusive bird in the vast wilderness,

It echoed around the quiet valley, a melody never heard before,

'Twas gentle, 'twas happy, 'twas contagious like an infant's laughter.

Soon the crickets joined in to create the symphony of eternal peace.

The path kept getting narrower, the mist denser, the bends sharper,

They reached another part of the Elysian path, amidst the tea bushes.

He drew her closer; leaning on each other, they looked on in a trance,

While being whisked away into a love filled world, away from chaos,

Somewhere deep within the serene stretches of the cardamom plantations.

Change

A fractured piece of melody,
Lingers around, drifts away,
At times, it follows
Her essence to her core
Like a dark, haunting memory.


Tiny rivulets of pain cloud her sight,
She looks ahead, knowing
The dark will have its vengeance
For being abandoned,
For being destroyed by the light.


Black; she reminds herself tonight,
'Twas once her adored garb
Not unholy but infinite,
The color of vacuum.
She'll wait till the end of the night.


She smiles at the setting sun,
Breathing in the petrichor.
They lurk around,
The creatures of the night,
Intimidated, as she walks on.