It drips down from her eyes
Dampening her heart
Slowly and steadily
Baffling her more and more

What caused it?
She does  not know
Yet its presence
she can no longer ignore.

It's there.
Only this much she knows.
A searing pain that pierces
her soul.....till its very core.

From the bleak darkness it emerged,
triumphant and domineering.
Looming over the dreams
its strength,overpowering.

No denials this time
for there can be none.
like a flame it burns
like a spear,it hurts.

It illumines the mind
though the heart splits.
The dreamer dies
the realist lives.

It holds thee in its
strong embrace.
All fade,
only it ...forever remains.

Cold...cold...so cold
Can someone feel so cold?
Through the intertwining folds..
Of dreams so old.
The blazing sun
The scorching heat..
Yet so cold.
Heart beats .
Smiles within...sadly..
A spirit so old.
Is there no end ?
No respite
From this nerve biting cold.
-Rakshinda

Was it just a gulmohar tree?
or did it mean more?
will it be remembered for its shade,
or for the beautiful flowers it bore?
will it stand just as a memory,
hidden in some remote corner of the mind?
or will it remain alive forever
like a couplet
against the blows of time.
-Rakshinda