In a corner of my heart
There occurs a fight
Is it right?
Or should I do it right?
Is it wrong?
And should I refrain from
Being wrong?
Am I being fooled
Or am I fooling myself?
Sometimes it’s a joy
But happiness ends with tears
And I be able to bear
That remains as my fear
Little fights and kidding anger
Makes me a girl, I cherish
But AM I right
Or aM I wrong?
You tell me…

I was a child, a tiny bird
Grooming fragile wings and dreams
Hoping to live and to soar
To feel the warmth of everything good
And you... none knew, yet you did !!

But in my imperfections
Your pride saw me unmatched for you
With swords of words, you slashed my wings
Cut my heart, left me wounded
A spectacle for others to scorn
Head bowed, flight stolen, forever !!

No tears then—only pain
Lingering, pulsing through every breath
No fault of mine, no harm done
Yet I bore the weight of your fire
A silent ember you never noticed !!

Esteem, confidence, joy—all forgotten,
Now just words, echoes of who I was
My heart still burns, scarred and stained
A shadow of someone I should have been.
What was my crime finding the good in you?

Despite it all, I still see you as good!!

The roads I tread seem like well-worn track
Of my routine walks on daily pact
Turns each I take are path I know best
Where shadows dance and stories flow!!

In the routes I choose on grounds familiar
lies the comfort and Peace of my walk
yet there’s always a shunning face that stares at me.
A sober gaze reflecting back!!

The fixed routine hears a silent plea
a whispered word to break the Mould
unheard loud, yet I pause and take a breath
And step beyond the endless loop!!

Amid the paths well-known I stand alone
eyeing to find new ways-
that new roads may call
And fresh routes may lead
to plant my step on unknown ground
and let my soul show my path…………!!

Laziness draped stale days
The sun hesitates to show off
Preferring to stay indoors
Cold waves flag off the day
In the visible darkness
With wind taking over the reign
In the undeniable day light ..
And then, there’s a feel
of reversed season-
The original toppled
Sickness on the alert
With fever, be it viral or dengue
Cough, cold and shiver
claiming their strong hold
on the fittest of the humans, even
Beware, take care, stay safe
And endure the season's test!!

Krishnaa !
You are not just within the heart
but the very pulse of its every beat
Not only for those who gather around you
at Gurupavanpuri, but for those far away—
yet still drawn near to your eternal shrine!!

Young, beautiful, pretty girls
adorned in ethnic vibrant attire
try alluring you, fasting in your name
seeking you as their chosen one
or one like you as their destined better half!!

Eyes filled with hope and prayers on their lips
married women send their whispers
right from their soul to touch yours’
to cradle you as their child
And for a child of their longing!!

And then generations of grandmothers
Weaving your tales of mischief and play
lovingly preserving memories of you,
cherishing all their faith in gratitude
Hoping for peaceful fade!!
Krishnaa....
How do you see them all?
How do you hear them all?
In the ocean of voices calling out to you
Do you even hear my voice?
My whispers, my prayers and my yearnings?
And when will you answer to it? Krishnaa…..!!

Some sort of ache
like a silent storm
strikes me deep within
defying words to depict!!

It clouds my mind,
and stings my core
And, if you ask what it is
I have no words to say!!

You may call it “nothing”
but it’s far from there
It’s everything and more
A burden that’s hard to share!!

The heaviness unseen
pushes me to darkness
quietly sweating the eyes
and like a shadow it grows
feeding on my fears!!

"No pain, no gain" – they say
but for me, it’s only pain
with no gain to count or claim
The truth I quietly bear
Mirroring who I am!!

Road that leads as way to destination
For the happy and content
And to nowhere, for restless wanderer
Is seen adorned by trees on either side!
The Trees dance in breeze
While leaves rustle to tune of wind
Seemingly sharing their joy and sorrow,
Unheard and unseen by the outer world!

What secrets do they share
Is it of hurrying travelers who
Seldom enjoy their beauty
Or of the weary who rest at their feet?
Is it the laughter that lingers in their path?
Or the silence that stays through!!
Is it of the changing seasons
Or of the marvels they witness?

Hard to voice and harder to understand
But still in their long silent standing
lies their umpteen untold stories
hidden to the depth of their roots
That make them stand firm and straight
across all changing seasons!!