Friday, November 15, 2019
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Monday, November 11, 2019
A book
You wanted a book dedicated to you, my dear. I could write many a story of you and me, words and silence, music and love, rain and summer.
You are a sacred space that I have never left; a home that keeps me grounded to the world of dreams, though some are lost and some found again. For I’m like the proverbial woman who lost a valuable coin and has found it again after thorough searching.
You have a bowl full of colours that fetch you happiness every day; while I keep mine clean and empty for an impulsive act of alms from you. Someday, you might give me a little from the lot you have, just to keep me from starving.
The clouds still heave and burst into tears, every now and then. Years have gone by; still you are special, by the way you brought back music to me; for I’d never forget that one day, when you made me understand that I had forgotten how to sing.
Every day, from dawn to dusk, your name is like a talisman that I keep safe from the world, till words form one by one and fill these blank pages.
Campus
It’s raining heavily this evening
On the tall trees of the campus,
The fox’s wedding of the lore.
A sight enough to lift the chill,
We stand in the corridor amazed;
While a horde of boys cackle
To show who’s boss around here.
The rain looks drawn like lines,
Straight by a measured hand;
When the glow disappears sudden
We get back to work and chatter.
A cold long rainy evening it was
Made warm with our smiles.
Good Fortune
Good fortune
There was no good luck on my cards today
Not
that I care much for being what I am
But
my fortune was not so good enough
Without
a smile to lighten my weary day.
Not
that I am what you want me to be
Not
that I do what you really want me to
I
have always ran away yet lost miserably
For I am like a lion in a cage of the past.
A
lion that the people watch and observe
Throwing
bits and pieces on my tiring day
Fighting
over my ownership and knowledge
With records of all my mistakes, past.
Yet
when I look at where you always sit
A
stupid grin spreads across my sad face.
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