Saturday, February 23, 2019

Auschwitz

The world stood still for a few days, it was as if there were no one around. Their tired eyes sought God and lamented about divine justice.

For they were innocents who wore their hearts on their sleeves, the ones who had not learnt how to deceive with a serpent's tongue or act like a dove.

They bore their yokes without even a murmur and none ever saw them cry. Not that their shoulders crumbled with the weight but only became stronger.

Now, they look like zombies lost in a mad world of dictators and strange chatter.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Spring

     You were a springtime in this uneventful life,
Where your promises filled this heart daily,
Your thoughts played like a chorus in a song,
And in those days, you were like a demigod.

When you reach out with your tender words,
When you return to this life with your bounce,
I forget that once your absence left me hurt,
And I celebrate your homecoming with delight.

My fears are about what I’ll do if you go away,
For a promising world had collapsed in a day.
When you and I parted our ways eons ago,
To leave behind a life of longing and strife.

You bring new thoughts and dreams to cherish
Again I speak of us as if we are one single unit.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Languor

Your fingers taunt me with their magic,
Your lips haunt me with their persistence,
Your love is from an unrealistic world,
One that could set me on fire always.

Your gentle whispers that could melt me,
Your endearing ways that leave memories,
Your words that have a hold over me,
Mind, body and soul throughout time.

Your face I search on my every face,
Your musical voice I long to hear daily, 
You intrude upon my silent moments
And leave an empty hole beside me.

Awake from a dream of our togetherness,
I feel languorous from our lovemaking.

Despair

Will the days ever come back?
You turn and hide the fears,
The loneliness, the despair
The longing that takes over.


You long for his sad long face,
One that keeps haunting you
You dream of his nimble fingers
And being lost in his magic.

This life was not to be like this,
You had pleasant dreams always
One of lifelong togetherness
Where tiny toes stepped forward.

Still this is the life one has now,
One of despair and longings.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

At home


We were at home, you in your sky blue shirt,
With chocolate stains from my hungry fingers,
Your cheeks smudged with my new lipstick,
When the story ended rather abruptly for us.

Instead what I saw in the place was a durbar
Among countless dancers and a huge crowd
Who were screaming praises of our names
Your eyes on me, your lovely demure queen. 

We climbed the ancient steps to the palace
Dressed in all regalia, very sure of each other;
Then this fragment from the last day I saw you,
Two broken pieces were put together for a while

A glimpse of an old home, a place of no return
With a strange wonder, I feel like being at home.

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

Compassion

Monday, December 31, 2018

Mindfulness

Sunday, December 30, 2018

My sky

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Love

Friday, December 28, 2018

Save the planet

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Meditation

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

The self and the other

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Inner Strength

Monday, December 24, 2018

Learning

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Just do It

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Teacher

“If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people who drive us crazy, can be our teacher.”

Friday, December 21, 2018

Love

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Pain

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Value

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Chaos

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