Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I fell and rose, but crawled back inside.
Of how with I wind I conquered the skies,
But with the rain I fell to the ground.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I let my heart have its way.
Of how I sat alone by the river
And felt the wall around me grow taller.
Of how I loved but never felt loved,
Broke my self and never stood up again.
Let the stars tell you my story
How I'd look to them every night.
Sit there by the window,
And sing the saddest song of plight.
Watching them shine with brilliance,
Wishing for it to shine through my mind.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Let them sing to you the song I taught them each starry night.
Someday when I leave through the back door,
Maybe then you'll get to know why I cried,
Maybe then you'll know the pain
I hid from you all this while.

Today at church, I heard them whisper
They talked about birth and life
And how death ends it all.
I stood in front of the altar,
Pondering,
This cycle of life, being born and dying.

An infant opens his eyes to the world
For the first time.
Eyelids flutter, his fingers clench and unclench
And as he takes his first breath,
His world comes to life.

Life is pulsating, dynamic and transient,
Like waves that meet the shore.
Your footprints on the sand, still,
A mark left on the face of humanity,
Another soul in a throng of humankind,
Living, breathing, existing.

Distant calls beckoning.
His time consumed as it passes by.
Meet his love, commit until death do us part,
Make a life, and hence another life makes its way from start.
Death bed ventures slowly sinking,
His victory, his fall, his treasures, his secrets untold,
When death beckons, no place these hold.

Cycle of life
Birth to death.
God or no god,
This life holds value,
In what you do.
To give back,
And not expect
A thank you.

This cycle of life,
Of birth and death,
Is not just about
Breathing, living
And existing,
But about doing,
Giving,
And loving.

Out it comes
Into the light.
Glistening and sparkling,
Little beads.
Down the side
Her grief, it carries.
The fake smile can lie,
Not the corners of her lips,
They tell a different story.
Little by little
It makes its way
That trail erased by time
But essence still remains.
Down it goes
And meets the earth
With her story.
And that was how,
She shed a tear

Stuck.. In an ever changing world of emotions
There's so much more to life than just breathing in and breathing out.
The flaccid truth of a non ending endeavor
Your demons have molded you into an unrecognizable ally
Looking in to the mirror, there's no more hint of recognition of self
Lost in a swirling blur of contradictions.
Mask-like and permanent, your face has given up on reactions
You're here on an endless search for an unknown entity
And yet you forget to look in the one place where the answer lies
Your self... Your mind... Your actions.. Your deeds.
You are what the world makes you
But remember that the world can be what you make of it.

Here you are, wandering like a poor soul
Your image has lost its divinity
The one you built in pretence of some hope of a better world.
You forget to dance to the most familiar of tunes
You forget what you believe in
You forget that there were doors held open for you, once
You forget that your life has purpose.

He was in too deep
Caught unaware.
Swimming
Deep in the waves
Of her soul.
Her iris,
Like a black hole.
The gravity of her gaze
Enchanting
Heart stopping.
All he wanted
Was to look into her soul
And love her for an eternity.
He put down his mask,
For the first time
Since he can recall.
That moment
Was when he found life
In all its darkness and glory,
In all its entirety.

The scent of the morning mist lingering in the air,
An aura filled with sweet dreams of a jasmine's breathtaking tide,
As it gently sways from you to me in perfect harmony.
I hear the wind as it brushes past the green of leaves,
The rustle of nature dallying like ourselves under the sycamore tree,
Whispering sweet nothing, and caressing me in its *****,
Softly sending me on a walk, chasing dreams and catching stars in my sleep.
Under the shadow of the former we stand as I pull you closer and within reach,
Usher in a new beginning of our love to last and our dreams to lead.
Knowing that your gaze dances slowly on my skin,
Under the sun, a hint of brown tan.
Watch you place your hand on my chest
And listen to the rhythm of a heart gone wild.
Wishes awaken, passion on fire,
As you kiss me softly, yet steal my breath,
As you sweep me off in urgent desire.
I can no longer hear, all noises subdued by the beating of my heart.
Under the shade of a sycamore tree,
You first showed me what it feels to be in love
And forget all the pain and misery.

Its this longing
Feel it fill the void in me
My physicality feels so minute
Next to this throbbing
So close to touch
Yet so far away
This is a rugged expression
Of a feeling I cannot convey
This longing
It'll get the best of me
My existence seem pointless
But now you give it truth
My longing is for you
And it is as infinite as infinity.
My fire lights up
Because you sparked a flame.
And now all I see
Is this endless array of colors.
I reach out to the warmth
And this powerful force unseen.
All I want is to capture this moment
And exactly how it feels.
I feel the first light of the day.
Makes its way
And I wake up.
Still wanting to be in this trance
This longing was surreal.

In that moment,
I saw more blood than ever,
Inside me,
As if my eyes were bleeding.
All I could think of
Was wanting to end it.
And there I stood,
Transfixed at the sight of you,
Through the blood red,
All those nightmares, alive
All those terrors, ceasing my nights,
The endless torture,
The pain that was,
You.
And as I stood there,
A predator ready to pounce,
Rooted to the spot
By the anger surging through me
Like electricity,
Like a wild fire.
An inferno of infinite power,
Fully concentrated on
You.
Hell within me,
Heaven above.
And through that blood red,
I saw,
The end,
Of you.

Lights forgive a certain gloom deep inside
Standing under the sun, I hear the command undone.
But when I look up to it, I feel the hurt within
Too much of something has always been bad.

Rusted tears fall from my eyes,
Pleading to let go of the diabolic deeds of days bygone.
The more I try to bury it within,
The lesser the effort it takes to remember them again.

Dreamers sit by the banks of a river,
Looking out at the valleys, as the grey clouds settle in.
My mind awash with a million thoughts of betrayal
The destruction of a broken soul slowly starts to kick in.

I'll paint my skin black
In every spot, in every crack
When a happy moment
Was tainted by a touch that lingered far too long.
All those days under a burning sun,
Running, hiding, from eyes that incessantly follow
Looking over my shoulder, with feet that fumble,
Praying not to fall,
Quickly dashing down a hallway,
Hoping four walls of a home will keep me secure.
As my breathless body is reduced
To a mere statue made of stone,
You run your gnarly fingers over my decaying flesh and bones.
“Smile a little more”, “Here,see what I've got”-
I cower in fear, powerless,
And they wonder why I don't speak out soon.
So instead, I'll pen this down
To stop myself from counting,
Every memory seared into my brain,
Every time I've felt less human,
Every time I've felt disgraced.
Maybe tomorrow, I won't wake up screaming.

In a sweeping moment
Her train of thought
Comes to an end.
She checks the time
And pulls herself together.
She could feel her pulse
Hammering.
A sense of purpose
Overtaking.
She walks to the front door
In strides of self pity
A turn of the door ****
A step out to the unknown.
She was nailed to the spot
Her fears, palpable.
Her heart beat
Like a metronome.
And sweat
Like salty rain.
There's no courage
Her head spins with pain.
She hesitates,
As always before.
The fireplace, the warmth
A book and a cup of tea
Or the queasiness
Of being outside
Her comfort zone.
She turns back,
And finds her way to her hole
Why do I bother?
She can't help but think.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe never.
Her heart beats
Like a metronome.

This is you,
Its about you, how you adorned a veil
And hid beneath it all your life.
When the deepest of your thoughts,
Turned and gave their evil smile,
All you could think was how much
In the dark, you could be who you are.
And looking at the mirror
All you could see were the scars.
The despair in your voice
Sadly no one bothered to give you a hand.
You'd pluck at yourself all day and night
Thinking what you see is all that there is to what you are...

This is me, myself and I
This soul behind the skin, no longer has a voice, a heart
An undertone, I choose to hide in the dark
This mirror lies, but I can't see through that
Clawing at the surface, stabbing at the fresh wounds,
Letting the blood flow, maybe slash and burn
There should be something behind this disgrace
This face, no perfection, no longer a sight
The curves of my mouth always turned down
And my eyes can't see past the tears...

This is all just me,
    Its about me, how I see myself
        In the mirror, in someone else's eyes
             How I close mine, not even dare to look
                 *At the demon that stares back.

The rise of a new day set in the midst of  dark times,
As the sun shines only to reveal the deceitful lies.
And in it we have been purged and ruined right,
In toiling we have learned that the river runs dry.
Walking on fire with our hands tied and tongues cut.
From the depths of fury, no voice can cry,
Smoke rises, unearthly quietness as a single wisp makes it way up.
Around, the night creeps in, only to darken the darkest of times.

Pick me up and set me on the clouds.
Let me look down, see how the earth turns to this plight.
Loosen my bonds and let me sing to the sky,
**Unchain me and let me find my way out.

Will sweet dreams with the sourest links to you, be traced?
As unkind dreams, they come to haunt.
But shadows loom under the sky of a setting sun,
Will angels come as the walls fall down?
Death comes with a silent taunt
Sands of time, a mirage left intact in the world's eye.
Show me meaning, show me life,
With the dawn comes light,
So why does it feel like I can never wake up?

To the woes that fill your silence and make you weary,
You say, you will not sway from what you believe.
To the ****** choices you're doomed to carry,
You say, you will, one day, overcome.

I want to meet you between the pages of a book you can't put down
Maybe under the stars on a night as lovely as this one.
Create dreams that you can never dare to forget
Stir hearts with great stories of lovers lost at war.
Paint poetry with colours that are ineffable, indescribable
Lock lips at dawn and then at dusk.
I want to walk on a bed of exquisite flowers
Touch the skies and feel the earth.
But here I'll lay, among my thoughts and words
Maybe tomorrow I'll give reality a chance to impress.

The night
Still young
And beautiful.
The moon
White aglow
Dancing in the dark.
Under the stars
You and I
We are one.

I see ant lines make a trail on paper
Etching out thoughts I thought to have never been thought
I see scenic interpretations of my mind's landscape
Hills, trees, mountains and rivers.
Painting and sculpting all at once
I unravel more than I believe is possible.
So complex, tiniest details of a fine mosaic art

And with  those minute details
I sit down with a mug of coffee
Here in, the cool evening breeze
I weave a tale and thread a story.
And as I write with this hot headed fervor
I see nothing but the gates into my mind,
Open and welcoming, patient and enduring.
Leading me by the hand
Strapping me up for an adventure.

Now, in my own little world
Might take a little more than a thunderstorm  
To bring me out of this trance
Oh no, this world I create and paint
My deft strokes and personal touches,
This one's for my keeping,
This one's my piece of art.

Yes, you look at me and see
Nothing but incoherency  
Sitting in a dark room
Talking to myself
Scribbling nonsense.
Nonsense?!
No!
Just the musings
Of a mad woman !

On some lonely tides of time and place
Stranded alone in a world of talk and hate,
A little wish begins to take its shape.

Not a dream, no, I'm not one to lie,
Words or thoughts, this one is hard to write
What I am, I'll try and find, the bells they ring, my life begins now.

I am but a single drop in an ocean,
I wake up to a light that shines on every soul that breathes,
Take in the air, that flows and ebbs through every being.

And I a recluse, a lonely soul, wandering these halls at night
No possession of mine to be told
Nor no soul to love and behold.

In a journey, this life begins to take its toll,
Winding roads to a place where joy can be found.
I walk, I climb, I quit, I cry,
I run, I hide, I dream, I fly.
This life, is but a chance
To know who I truly am.
I wont give up,
Not yet,
Not today.

In this map of the universe
You and I,
We are nothing but insignificant
Little by little,
We fade into nothing.
In this vast space,
Our existence is a mere happening,
Lost among the stars,
Searching for the truth.
Dreaming to reach out,
Yet falling into oblivion.
Dreamers we are,
Singing an ode to the unknown.
Rebelling with our consciousness,
Trying to make sense.
What we make of the world
Is what the world makes us.

When you have arrived at the farthest reaches of the horizon,
Where the sun light is entwined with the waves of your hair,
The sound of the ocean, as clear as
These pictures on the wall,
When the sand of time has worn you of your dreams
All that is left is but the whispers in the air,
That time, forgotten, you and I,
As we sat underneath a star lit sky.

And in this empty house,
All I see is shadows,
Of when everything we had or wanted,
Was each other.
How easily have we let our fingers slip past,
Our voices, we let them fade with the light.
Time never healed my scars,
Smiling through these tears,
Here I am,
Cold and alone.

Seasons have changed,
Storms have passed,
I hold onto a washed out picture,
Holding hands, dreaming of a tomorrow,
Bright eyes and smiles,
A sepia toned photograph,
Of a time bygone.
Yet, here I am,
In this empty house.

And all I want to remember,
Is that night,
Sitting with you,
Underneath the starlit sky.

As the hour fell, the light streamed in through the crack in the wall
Almost brilliant, but the crack leaving a tale untold.
Her eyes searched in hunger, her soul craving for the shadows that haunt.
Together, her broken self, she tied it with what life gave,
And what life gave, life took.
No consistency rewarded, not for the sake of hope.
The dreams she saw, the joy she wished,
Her darkest nights were when she knew the light no more,
Within the darkness, she dissolved,
Until she felt she was nothing but the starkness of truth.
And it hurt her inside, like the fire she once put out
Back again, to ravage her whole.
As the flames burned, like hell within,
There came a point when she no longer began to feel the pain.
That moment she felt that this fire was her joy, she reveled with madness,
Unsure of why.
She touched her face with the tip of a sword,
She held it down and wrote her life in bold.
After everything,
After the darkness and the truth,
After the fire and the rainstorm,
She walked out mightier,
She was strong.

There, in the distance,
Grey clouds rolling in like waves,
Blues skies and grey clouds,
Shadows fall on a clear day.

Silent revolt, still and quiet
Grey clouds, a lost world fading away,
Blue skies, grey clouds,
Dreams lost to wayward winds array.

Desolate storm on a summer's eve,
Conspiring against the light of day,
As daisies perch on some false hope
The sun will shine again.

Blue skies and grey clouds
The silence ringing loudest
At street corners, begging gaze
With darkness comes pain.

Eery and queer,
Grey clouds lie in wait,
Blue skies there were,
The last day, the light ever shone again.

An afternoon, under the sun, with you.
The blue skies foretold of a love we thought was true.
What is it that you see, as you let your eyes take in, but that single moment?
A recollection of a forgotten time with joy and laughter,
Weaved into your labouring mind, harrowed by conflicts, tortured by love.
As you gaze at that instant frozen in time,
Do you not feel the growing urge to hitch a ride,
Back to all that was, but could never be?

Your white gown, his daring smile, your flushed skin
As he lifted you up and placed you in the car.
Riding off into the sunset, tainted perception
Of what life could give you as it promised you nothing,
Only tears and lies.
This story painted for a lifetime spend to regret.
Do you wish to blur out these pictures
And burn them in the fire?
These tears, would you forget them for anything but that?

Christmas, new born, a beautiful girl born anew.
In your arms she slept, in her mind she dreamed
Maybe in them she saw a universe, stars, life
And the purpose to all that there is.
And yet, as she lay there, with her eyes clenched shut,
All you could do was smile and feel the happiness of it all.
Can you capture that moment, feel it as it were to be right now?
Does it hurt to know that, one day she would wake up and move on,
Leaving behind your broken heart
To wonder if she’ll ever find her way back.

These pictures on the wall, moments frozen in time,
Pictures on the wall, an instant of countless memories
Spend counting, constantly traversing a mind frame of time and doubt.
Will you sit by the window, old woman,
And watch as the time rolls by?
Wondering, crying, yet never complaining
About the time he swept you
In an undercurrent of blinded infatuation,
Rewarded you and left you with a child,
And that child who never found her way back home.

......And she wrote in a frenzy
Breathless and thirsty.
Words to feed her mind
Stories to feed her soul.
And she kept writing, incessantly,
As if it was akin to breathing.......

Walking back from the train station,
Holding nothing but a bag and my back,
A gripping pain to encompass and a loss of hearing,
From all the rat-tat of the engine,
An incessantly crying baby,
And a mother-in-law who felt no need
To hide her animosity with the new girl in the family.
Sweat and dust, never, ever is it the most pleasant combination.

Walking amongst the noise and talk of the town,  
Lost in a herd of rickshaws,
I left my mind to wander to the extent
Of remembering the scenes speeding past on the journey back,
The flush greenery and the intermittent glimpses of cattle,
With the uncanny uninterested look on their faces.
As the rhythmic chug-chug and the whistle utterly failed to lull my senses,
No peace attained there, but mere longing to be out and about.
And yet, out here, amongst the chai-wallas
And the shopkeepers trying to buy their way with the foreigners,
As the sun stubbornly keeping its promise to shine, on none but me,
All that kept my feet moving, was the urge to see him.

And as I think of the last time I saw his face,
Pressed against my mother's,
Tears well up, waiting to burst out.
Leaving him to grow amongst strangers,
Unfamiliarity was his bedrock,
Merely seven, only beginning to understand his way around the world.
Footsteps became faster, involuntarily,
And the heat bore no sympathy for my afflictions.

Ten years, long gone and forgotten,
Growing with the world and aging with the universe,
Amassing knowledge and nurturing a personality,
Every milestone I missed, every step I didn't take along with him,
The guilt was bearing me down,
A burden I will forever carry.

Running back home,
This prodigal daughter,
Running back to my son.
Give me peace, my mind,
For this life I chose,
Was bitter and hard.
What I left behind,
Is what every night, remainder,
Haunts me, in the dark.

Its a little outlandish,
Dont you think,
To believe what you hear
And confess that is the truth?
Isn't it naive to think,
Think that the world is too nice,
That everyone's just as convincing
As your own nonchalant notion of life?
Isn't it foolish,
To fall in love
With the same broken heart
And still preach that it'll be alright?
Dont you think
Your life is much more than a period,
But it is one where you can be yourself
For the world to see
To behold
And to be?
If only you could open your eyes
To the things you thought were true.
If only you could let your mind wander
And set it free in the corn fields.
If only your ideas were a product of will power
And probably then see it fly in the wind.
Why do you hold yourself back
When you only have just this lifetime,
This short span of life to cherish?
Why do you worry about the petty things in life
When clearly you're so close to falling off the edge?
Why do you hide your dreams
So that you can be a part of some society
Aching to strip you of your individuality?
Why do you refuse to be you,
When this is the best **** person you'll ever be?

When did this light start to fade?
There was a certain spark of hope.
Somewhere along the way, we lost.
To the world we gave up our dreams.
Devouring, unquenchable thirst for the unknown
Questions of what lies beyond the horizon .
Did you feel ourselves give away?
I etch my life on a piece of paper
Nothing seems to make sense.
You were there,
Transient but still significant .
I could have sworn the best part of me
Was you.
Now when there's only room for doubt
All I can ask is
How did I lose you?

Color me in shades of grey,
Like the dawning skies awaiting
The opening of heaven's floodgates.

Sitting by the window,
The maiden looks out to the garden.
Running fingers through her hair,
Twirling, twisting, curling, braiding.
And the cuckoos sing while spring flowers bloom,
As the morning light hits the dew kissed leaves.
She lets out a sigh, almost a whisper,
Dreaming, wondering, wishing, crying.
Rapunzel, waits, by the window,
For spring to find its way into her life.
Rapunzel, waits, to let her hair down.
To see the end of this strife.

Little do you know that these words
Can silence you,
Leave you questioning the ignorance
That you believe is true.
My reality is as real as yours.
So don't you dare pretend,
Everything happens behind closed doors.
This oppression I speak of,
And the rage I harbour,
Screaming from the bottom of a well.
The frustration and the sheer exhaustion, to be counted,
Begging to be heard.
There is a war,
You may not be aware of.
Pride and dignity stripped away,
On these unseen battle grounds.
You can chose to be blind,
But you cannot call me insane.
This is real,
And this is happening,
Whether you like it or not.

Midnight strolls and holding hands
Reckless love, under the streetlights.
Kissing me softly and pulling me tight.
We're young and beautiful
In this moment our hearts collide.

I remember, back when I was a child.
And all that mattered was not getting caught having one too many candies.
I'd come back from an exhausting day at school, to the smell of fresh dinner and a sister ready to pester.
Sleep,wake and pretend to do homework, wait to go to school the next day, because all meant was to sit next to the boy who'd make me laugh and blush
Oh! But of course I remember the bad days. The rebellious child who could not bear to hear a 'no’, choosing to go to bed crying, only to wake up to a mother always willing to forgive.
I remember wanting to run, fly, soar, dive and all forms of escapade you can imagine. I wonder why.
Now, here I am, in the dead of the night, by my window,
With my charred lips and breaths of fire,
A parched tongue with the taste of cheap wine,
Somewhere, in an unfamiliar land.
Oh yes! I ran, I flew,
Until I lost myself to everything this realm of false hopes and white lies had to offer.
I was the girl waiting for an adventure,
The smell of pine trees and the wind in my hair.
I was the girl waiting to fall in love,
Only to find myself lying next to strange men.
I still go to bed crying, however.
Now I wake to up to an empty house in the middle of nowhere.
I play with the fumes I exhale, as another day begins,
Somehow wondering when this will all end.

Dusty roads lead beyond the mountain pass
Waterfalls with gurgling rush of foam
Tristan, won't you follow me?
The truth awaits us back in the woods
The gory reminder of our eventful lives.

The morning sun rising above the earth
Rays of light hit the still calm water
The heart of life, the essence forgotten.
Collect your tears in a golden ***,
Save it for a day when grief's afoot.

The breaking dawn brings the unforgivable truth
When will the birds start their song?
Far beneath the layers of the earth
Tucked into some corner, oblivious
Our names embedded in red.

What destruction we have wrought!
The unquenchable quest for wisdom
Blinded by worldly desires.
Our unholy crimes to Mother Earth
Will Her scars give us remission for our misdeeds?