bubbles

Breath,
in transparent spheres,
capturing tiny drops of light from the Sun,
ethereal,
and resplendent in rainbow hues;
floating delicately,
like life in a dream,
blissfully, yet aimlessly
with the wind
oblivious,
of destination or time.

music of the heart

Solitude, I love.
That's when I hear-
strumming the strings of my heart,
every memory resonating
into music notes -
at times like a brilliantly composed song,
sparkling with happiness;
at times intense and soulful
that streams down as a drop of tear,
and clings on to my chin,
refusing to let go;
at times disastrously distorted-
furious, chaotic, deafening
and may be, unforgiving.

lost treasure

I realized I lost something precious.
It lay there, glowing beautifully in all its glory;
waiting patiently for me find it, pick it, and make it mine.
But I just did not see it.
Treasures, i guess, are only for the fortunate.

grey sky

The sky is painted in dreary hues of grey today.
Even the Sun seems to have soaked up the gloom
-the rays are lacking brilliance, like an unhappy smile.
I keep looking, as the grey tufts drifted silently
against the faint rumbles of thunder,
ready to cry, any moment.

kaleidoscope

my mind feels like a kaleidoscope today-
emotions in all hues,
transparent, yet reclusive like stained glass bits
golden beads of happiness
lustrous shells from the shore of memories
and an assortment of feelings in odd shapes;
arranging itself in eclectic designs
that are a riot of colours,
dramatically different
everytime i look at it
and, is now, changing.

end of a story

How do I write the ending to a story?
Does a cleverly strung sentence with carefully picked words have enough strength to suppress an earthquake of the most sensitive yet powerful human emotions?
Can a comma do justice to a sigh or a semicolon for a lump in the throat?
Or a full stop put an end to a journey of emotions that has not ended?
She respected his love that transcended years.
And was overwhelmed by the honesty of it.
To her, love- the beauty, the fragrance, the feeling- was a glorified figment of imagination, existent only in an imaginary world inhabited by emotional creatures.
For she was one among them.
To him, she was his first love.
The love he so fiercely guarded in his heart for years.
But then, life had moved on.
Fate had decided their respective lives, the way it wanted or maybe the way it should be.
It changed the backdrops and put in grey strands.
But the characters remained, refusing to return from their trip down the memory lane.
And they stood there smiling, from their hearts.
Though they never had the same feelings for each other, they knew their story wouldn’t end in tears of separation. Or agony. Or hatred that stems out of unkempt promises.
Or killed by incompatibility.
It just will continue to flow.
Glistening in the sun rays and soaking up the silence of the moon…
Like a calm river.

silence

Sometimes, my mind goes silent,
as if it slipped into despondency.
and it makes me enjoy drowning in that silence,
that peaceful gloominess,
like the sky, before sunrise…