"Go Slow", I told my life in January "I want to take this journey at your pace" "I want to build those bridges again" "I want to complete you as I would always want"
"Hello!” I heard a call from the near far. Was it really a response from the healing heart of February?! "I hold the right to set your pace" "I hold the right to bless you sleeps" “I hold the right to curse you sleeplessness" “I decide the right for you in everything"
Until the obscene April summer turned up, It was not life; but the Cyclone’s desire to fell everything en route. I learned; there might be things to cherish But would not want to own again
Rains in Kerala carry the rhythms of life I once again made those paper boats At my pace, as the 10 year old, And as July demanded Life grew deeper within, in that rhythm of rains Nursing the one who nursed me for long I learned, there are only cycles in life, There is only movement in life
The flight took off, despite the pedantic reasons thrown over the tarmac In that morgue of frozen mummies, I felt the futility of expectations My Wings of fantasies halted, on top of the panoramic Great Wall In the arc lights of award night, I enjoyed the pleasure of losing Walking alone the Washington streets, I found the walks of life...
November comes concealing a lot; it conceive sorrows It grows a detached attachment within and around you November reinforces the relativity in everything Life, love, respect, trust and confidence
I like the reds in December, it's flamboyance I like the irony of "hope" brought in by this very end! There are only cycles in life, no gains or losses There is only movement in life, some forward And some stuck in the maze and not knowing which way.