Look at me now
My once curly hair stick-straight,
My once fresh eyes Kohl-laced

Wonder at my dexterity
My pinkish tender fingers have gotten disfigured
To longish, darker, and wiser ones; you’d hear my

High, shrill laughter, that doesn’t conform
To the graceful springy adornments that it had before

gaze at my iconoclastic room
That smells of adolescent hormones
Swelling with teenage rebellion and
Punk shades of red and black,
A radical departure from my late pink paints
And Barbie shades;

Feel my feelings now
That impalpable blood red ocean
Thoughts no longer wander around Santa or snow white or
Maidens fair, instead
Just hang around vainly, hovering in midair.

But don’t you gape; it’s still that naïve little
Girl you knew, with wide eyes and a mouth adorned with
Chocolate stains who blabbered incessantly
About all things only half-understood; only that now,
All the chocolate has been licked clean
And behind it every truth that hid harshly revealed.
If you can deal with the radical, then believe , it’s still
Me.

Memories are the most
Cherished treasury of my mind but they’re
Etched on virtual postcards, printed
On the cardboard of my much too
Mortal neurons and prone
To scarring by time, and the rest of
the random company.
I sometimes worry,
But the present tension of a
Glowing flower, sweet summer peach
Rain-glazed grass lawns and
Beautiful dunes on the beach each
Steers me away, and veers me into a
World of exhilarating immensity
Where memories fade
And all that matters is the present
moment of bitter-sweet eternity
Transcending Earth’s own mortal divinity
Into the miracle of life
and infinity
                                                        -truly

there's an invisible melody
and the tinkling of laughter
always playing,
always playing.

there is comforting kindness,
and a magical sparkle of love
always singing,
always singing

free feathers fly the breeze,
and sway like fancy frills,
merrily dancing,
merrily dancing

dreamy clouds decorate their thoughts
and burst with bubbling fantasies
simply entrancing,
simply entrancing

just feast your eyes on what lies under,
invisibly breathing, living and gazing,
and you will find pure happiness and wonder
in the swaying, surprising and scintillating.

Theirs, to me, is the most scintillating language
The one without words
Without voices or verse, just
Meaning- a cosmos of it, I can see
In their naïve smiling eyes, their baby fingers, their
Ebullient “oohs” and “mmphs” and gurgles,
Their springy laughter that leaves echoing
In my ears, an intricate array of reminiscences
On the unexplained enigma of
A lost childhood; of the complex beings
They’re fated to reduce to,
Of the most familiar language I once knew
But never learnt - stupid me -
The unparalleled beauty of simplicity, sans
The scholarly sense and sensibility that men worship
And of the tacit expressions they conduct so robustly
Without speech or learning,
Filling me with their contagious emotions
Immediately as I come in its contact.

Man’s emotions are complicated, that’s perhaps why
They’re so compatible with the simple sound of innocence.

Love fuses like lightning
into the clouds
Fading away into unknown shades of
Petrifying beauty, enthralling movements
Slivers of sliver
Trickle through my body like a gentle waterfall
Sending me shivers shrouded by happy hopes.
High above from the heavens it strikes unexpectedly,
Magically, like love that comes suddenly
Like a miracle in the times of direst despair.  I need
This lightning, this silent love song
Of my deepest desires and my cheerful child,
The introverted innocence and the melody inside
Every breath I take rises
From that lightning of love that fusions into endless oceans,
And breathes them into beings of fantasy.
I feed on this fantasy, look for that love and seek that sun-like light
Blending with the nightly stars.
That’s why I live.

A paper
A bird  
A flute
A brush.  

A caper
A shirt  
A fruit
Some slush.

A finger
A box
A flirt
A rush.

Imagine
Create
Touch
Hear
Feel
See
Be
A

A slate of all the shades of blue softly
Cloaks my eyes. One glittering, fluttering star
A Diamond tear from heavenly cries.
Cotton puffs sailing through in a fabric of white
Like faceless angels. But I can see them smile at me-
A sky-candle in the night.

The waves near the sea shore
Ebbing and swimming upon themselves; they fight,
Drowning each other fleetingly, but not  
The gleeful whisper of the sprinting breeze

My eyes seize
A pair of white wings
Followed by a million pairs of flying feathers
Their beaks grazing upon the
Greenish water that slowly shifts to the lightest blue.
A zillion shades of unearthly hue
Disappears softly with the sky
Like the perfect blending of souls.

Hear the unexplained, here
The scintillating brilliance of nature
Comes back to you.
Within and beyond of transient fingers is
The ethereal transcendence. Nature.
Beauty like God.

Now, Breathe.