a call for a new life....

the wind gushes..
rain hits hard on the floor
mind rushes..
leaving no place to explode

grey skies , leafless trees
a hard heart, a pair of rough feet
nothing hampers my speed
i keep going , i keep going

familiar faces keep waning
the streets become secluded
its time its time
its time to head home
its time to leave.

there is a new life
that waits for me
and its calling out to me
i need to leave this hive
to set this part of me free

My stairway to heaven

And I asked life " what is it that you want from me?"
with furrowed brows, palliated soul and sore feet
I have walked and walked in search of novelties
in search of my silver lining

living my life from one moment to the other
those brief fulfilling moments
this one moment catches my attention
walking in the milieu of happy spirited souls
the melodies humbly letting the atmosphere overpower
I ruminate fondly over the remnants of these moments
I sit dazed at the lessons you so often give,
and i chose to ignore

this memory stays imprinted in my mind
the thought of it evokes a resonating feeling
i stay riveted to the sight
a bunch of balloons cascading in the air
the wind swirls and twirls
even when the wind gushes and rushes
the steadiness in the flow never impedes never recedes..
its as if nothing can upset the motive of these pack of balloons
they rise, they fade, still stay rooted to its anchor ,
standing vibrantly amidst a set of oblivious eyes

my time freezes, my moment comes to the fore
I stay bewitched by these inanimate objects
the steadiness, the stability builds an anchor inside of me
I never want to let go of the feeling
they move together, they stay put together
even on that treacherous road

this is my personal christmas
my life lies in the colours around me
the happy faces, the laughter
the mellifluous melody entwined with the air
letting me soak the magic in this place
and i ponder
life is so precious, its opened a multitude of dimensions infront of me
and i choose and wander on the path closest to me
the path that surprises me, challenges me, keeps me excited about going forward

This is a solemn oath to myself
my anthem i choose to follow
I shall continue to find the beauty in life wherever i go,
because the journey is worth a thousand destinations
that my sore feet would cherish forever
because its my journey
my life, that i made for myself
my silver lining is for me to see how far i've come
my soul , that tells me to keep going
miles to go before I sleep
miles to explore before another journey calls out to me.

My anchor

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw you
staring at the book you hold
the rays shining the little creases on your forehead
how idyllic is life right now?

I silently watch as you flip that page
averting eyes, flitting mind
ragged breathing, hued concentration
my world feels alive

I drive out on the street
the same sun kissing my skin
that just left your creaseless forehead
filling the dark voids in my memory
with pictures of you, smiling unconsciously

i hold this world of mine close to my heart
in a place that i protect
i make my own truth , i make my own life
when happiness awakens
I choose to shy away from darkness
i live in the ephemeral moment, that is so mine

walking under a grey sky
in a soulless city,
with auburn coloured leaves flying recklessly in the turbulent wind
looking for an anchor
looking for a place where they can rest their runned down souls
looking for perceptions that could see the life left within

I have fluttered for a long time
shifting my anchors through the inner turmoil
manoeuvring my inhibitions, gauging my intuitions
seeking my soul
but its time , time to hold on to the last anchor
till the turbulence subsides
till the perception becomes fixed
and i become riveted to it, for life.

Words

Words, have been the quintessence of my existence

have been the force behind my actions

have been a voice to my emotions

have turned my life into a living symphony

I loose myself to be found in my words

the semblance of letters patch my soul together

thread by thread, stitch by stitch

underneath the unadorned display of my soul

I find a glimpse of the real me

I sat here in silence glancing through my poems

I let the words swallow me,

consume me, char my spirit

under the layers of perception 

behind the veils of these frail moments

I often find what I truly yearn for

You search out in life

travel distances, solicit the company of strangers 

to ask the truth behind life 

the meaning, the calling

never knowing, never acknowledging 

that the truth lies somewhere within you

and when these words stare at you 

you realize it should always have been this way

there are a million emotions raging

half of which cannot be described by words

still I implore their company

there is a little bit of me in all these words

sometimes jovial, sometimes sinister, 

sometimes frivolous, sometimes melancholic

seasons come and gone

makes the obscure nuances between them starker

the impact on my life, sometimes waxes and wanes 

but they would always allow me into their shell

to seek me from my core

there is a little bit of me in the tenor of each of these words

there is a lot left of me, to describe in words some more

Fleeting musings

Come walk with me

into the morning sun

where the dew drops, matted over the green canvas

palliate our roughened souls

Come stay with me

through day in and night

I didn't ask for a love sonnet

I didn't ask for a flowery bed

just stay,

till all the insecurities wash away

come hold my hand

firmly, steadily

hold me through that traitorous road

I can make it through on my own

but I just want to know, you were right behind

Look into my eyes deeply

and let me see that you understand my soul

for I want you to know me

in those moments when I don't know myself

Be kind to me, as I have been to you

I have a soft soul behind those high gates

I let you in,

I let you see all the vulnerabilities in me

Let me breathe in the space I gave you, peacefully

Lie with me, in the moment that is so mine

on lonely meadows, perched atop an undulated topography

under that solitary tree,

revelling in the sun's filtered rays

in the wind that mixes your scent with my headiness

yes, my moment, this moment

that is so ephemeral that it shall last forever

as the sun bids adieu, so shall you

today,  tomorrow or somewhere in the receding horizon

i shall be happy enough

to capture a bit of your soul

I will keep it between my wistful sheets

in longing memory of what

it could have been.

To my grandfather ...

I watched you every morning

when you dressed,

when you exercised, when you met people

when you worked day in and day out

I saw what your work meant to you

I saw how your people revered you

Despite the adulation, you were humble and unyielding

I was in awe with you then , I am even now

I was 5, and you were an important man.

I wish I had known you as my grandfather,

I wish you had time 

in the some moments that you were there

I wish I was not that shy.

I grew up looking upto you

with every obstacle I ever faced in life

with every condescending look, with every demeaning word every said

I thought of you, 

of your strength to face a nation

of your conviction of your work

of your will to fight back

that made me go on

that has defined who I am today

With every challenge I would say

my grandfather did it, so will I.

People say I have a lot of strength

I'm a maverick, I'm bold

people say I have the courage to go off the beaten track

I have always known where that came from

from the life you've led 

from the person you are

I never wanted to let you down 

and hence , I carried on 

I always, always braved the storm.

People follow inspirational figures

people they have never known

I never had to look far 

because I always had you

You were always proud of me

I just wanted to make you even prouder 

and hence I worked and worked, 

and the day I found my salvation was 

when you said " I see myself in you".

Endlessly, the world has shackled you

the world has been unfair 

you have been unfair to a lot of people

you've lost a lot, gained very less in life 

but its that man in you who still holds onto life

holds onto his true self

holds on to his core strength

has always amazed me

I have never met another being like yourself

On occasions you have looked past me

on occasions I probably didn't matter

but despite of everything grand dad

you have been my defining force in life

and I know, you have never known that

I may never tell you this 

but I love you every bit

I've always drawn strength from you 

I have never seen you falter

that is the memory I wish to keep forever.

No matter what happens next or 

what people say 

how people perceive you 

or how they try to dissect your life in my eyes

the memory of you, your life, your courage, your strength 

are etched in my mind forever

that is my own personal stash of strength

You may never know how much you have made me

but I'd like you to know 

that you're my grand father first

and the rest doesn't matter at all.

With whatever life would hit me 

I know I will face it 

because I have your blood running in my veins

because I am Your grand daughter.

  

Looking back to see how far i've come ..

                                                       Connecting dots in retrospect

or dots connecting by themselves ...

am i leading my time

or is time leading me

slowly and steadily i uncover the hidden path

wondering where it shall lead

or where I lead it eventually

the clock ticks by
time rides on tides
sometimes washing ashore, breaking into my conscious
sometimes leaving my space
letting me live in my moments
times been an ally, i knew not
it passed by on occasions
on occasions it just stood still
witnessing silently , my emotions flow

theres a smile lingering at the back of my mind
the memory of it dangles in the air 
suffuses me with renewed freshness
it half reaches my lips
it half fades away with the memory of it
I willingly succumb to my self-effacing mind 


In the midst of the melody of  synchronised unsavoury voices
my heart plays an irregular tune 
my eyes look skyward
my ears turn within 
I keep trying to discern 
the inexplicable stirring happening within me
i try to wrap my head around what it could possibly be
but I guess
the heart has its reasons, that reasons know not.

I feel heady today , my heart knows why 
the air is intoxicating and the clouds are shy
I'm at the threshold of the reason of my very existence 
I've worked all my life
to achieve that picture of me 
in the heart of hearts
this mental picture never got lost, in the seasons come and gone
no one can ever take that away from me
because I have become, I have come into my being

I've been searching all my life for that place I've longed for
my realm , my universe
it is ready besides me today, to set me free
the breeze blows through my hair
whispers gently in my ear , 
'you're here, you're finally here'

And now, I follow the path covered with shrubs of uncertainty
a thorn here, a flower there
this is how I chose life to be
drenched with ambiguity, excitement and with heart wrenching beauty
for the journey I chose , and the journey I led so far
has always made every step worth it
I have to keep going on
to be true to myself
to uncover what is left to be uncovered
to see what is left to be seen
to find, what is left of me.