Was it just a gulmohar tree?
or did it mean more?
will it be remembered for its shade,
or for the beautiful flowers it bore?
will it stand just as a memory,
hidden in some remote corner of the mind?
or will it remain alive forever
like a couplet
against the blows of time.
-Rakshinda

Cold...cold...so cold
Can someone feel so cold?
Through the intertwining folds..
Of dreams so old.
The blazing sun
The scorching heat..
Yet so cold.
Heart beats .
Smiles within...sadly..
A spirit so old.
Is there no end ?
No respite
From this nerve biting cold.
-Rakshinda

Something is there on my mind
Not easy to understand..
Is it me that I see?
In my thoughts not easy.
Clawing my way out of sand..
Dragging the wings by my side..
Is it me that I see?
Being drawn towards the sea.
Into the water,I jump..
After flying for a while..
Is it me that I see?
Floating in the space...
Free!
-Rakshinda.

The words I wanted to hear
Were the ones you never said.
Left me alone once again,
With a strange dull ache.
Groping in the dark was I.
Pleading you to stay.
Don't go!
My heart cried
but it was in vain.
Smiling and laughing!
You turned away.
While I watched and
Into the empty space stared.
Nothing more had I wanted
except your warm embrace.
Just  a few more moments
A little more time.
A few more words
Perhaps to share a smile.
Nothing more !
Yet you didn't stay.
Like an answered prayer
You had come.
Like a curse
You went away.
Rakshinda.

Wicked thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
An open gaping wound
That refuses to heal.
Try as i may
The pain subsides
but just for a while.
The hole in my heart
remains the same.
Cold thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
With unseen claws...
I am drawn into
a bottomless pit of pain.
The hole in my heart
Deepens!
Heartless thou art!
For you put a hole in my heart.
Merciless!
and yet i curse my foolish heart!
                            -Rakshinda.