no body looks beyond
the girth of contentment,
where life hides its emotions

where an always closed door
and an always open window
keep awaiting a true heart

i carried a smile to your window side,
but it turned out as i awaited,
you were too busy among laughters!

Word is it that he is gone

No more he walks by that lane
No more he whistles by your window
All that you found inappropriate

He went away with a broken heart
And I did not hear the songs, as he passed by,
Which he was so accustomed to stroll with

His face white against the crimson rays
Did not glow anymore with tickling blood
In such a way the quiet seeped into his veins

You can live in your world happily
Which is no lesser than a cage
Now that nobody would ask you

To walk out

i can see
your soft footprints
in and around
the green, the yellow woods
and that blue turquoise
offering you a ride
fluttering his wings
the white, black, green birds
holding stars in their beaks
in clouds you can walk;
it makes me envious

so ingenuous you are
as ye know not,
a Pandora box
is just an allegory
for your own
fulgent eyes
for through string of hopes
and wave of dreams,
for upon cloud floors
and blinking realms,
when you take your walk,
the earth's dear lady,
the whole universe
wants to keek and see
the sparkling wonder
that originates upon your eyes,
such is the moment of
ecstasy that, let alone us,
even all non-human forms
realize from you,
and your concomitant smile,
what true joy looks like

ah! i see fear
oh my dear!
nobody ever rose
whomsoever it chose

if you be free
you'd surely be fragile
for the underground
is the only safe haven

but, you know
there is no life
inside the walls
nor beneath ground

even the earth has to breathe
and so it does by coming to bloom
in the open sky, under the hot sun
through so many rooted gills

opening itself up
makes it vulnerable
and grasses do dry
trees do cry

but does it ever
stop the breather
from gathering her seeds again
and peek out again

and you see,
what the sky to it did?
it showered rain
to quench its pain!

all i have got is a moment
that never seems to expire
it keeps tip-toeing on my heart
and has outrun many desires

would you ever stand with me
on a moment's dais
afraid not of whether it'd
be able to take the combined weight

would you sing along
and dance and swim
believing not of fall
but of our rising dream?

was it you
who hung the pumpkin
in my yard?

who brought this
golden-yellow shadow
to my french window?

and inside this
round mushy pumpkin
is it you who glows?