The night

Hush at the closure of the day
And let the night creep in.
Let the birds fly back to their tree houses
ending the commotion in the sky.
Let the sun, bow down to the horizon
and enlighten some other land.
Let the stars burn themselves
and glow brightly.
Let the dew drops fall
on the leaves and the grass blades.
Let the wind blow silently
comforting the chaotic minds.
Let the darkness assimilate
everything, let it spread.
Catch your breath
Let the night creep in.

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To that friend!

I was moving between
one empty passage to another
and I found you to be
doing just the same.

When the emptiness
transformed into conversations,
laughter, and sharing,
the emptiness, I could not blame.

Minimalism Says

Materialism says, “You need this. You need that. You need everything.”
Minimalism says, “You need to figure out what you need.”

Materialism says, “Lift that bag up. It’s got exciting things.”
Minimalism says, “Keep the baggage down.”

Materialism says, “You don’t have enough.”
Minimalism says, “Enough is enough.”

Materialism says, “Things are what you should value.”
Minimalism says, “Does that thing add value to your life?”

Materialism says, “Consume.”
Minimalism says, “Contribute.”

I feel love is…

Love is but
a spiritual marriage
of two minds attuned to
companionship,
compassion and
deep care.

Love can’t be forced.
Love can’t be seized.
Love can’t be imposed.

A relationship is but
a slow process of
building, nurturing
and adding value
to a bond
beyond all others.

A Relationship can’t be forced.
A relationship can’t be dragged.
A relationship can’t be built in a day.

Thoughts on February 14th

I.
the air is
attenuated as always
but it is
diffused with
an amalgamated
celebration of love
making it
seem red.

II.
on a day
like this, you
remember
that the
sweet spring
is approaching
singing and
swishing by.

III.
just today I saw
an old couple
eating ice-cream
outside a
parlor,
hand-in-hand,
cupid struck the arrow
quite right.

Wander lost?

There are thousands
of valleys,
landscapes, seashores,
and galaxies,
waiting for us
to adorn them.
But how will we
travel around,
when we can’t even
travel within?

I changed: should I say?

On a Friday evening,
as I drink a cup of coffee
and the caffeine vapors,
climb up the rigid walls
it leaves me with thoughts.

I think about the things
I have learned and also,
the ones that I never did.
I remember the moments
I have both made and ruined.

I think about the times,
when I thought I could do
anything and everything,
as if I was tricked into a
self-constructed mirage.

And, now I have a huge smile
on my face, thinking of how
I overcame that phase
and how I changed:
should I say?

My self-loathing and
perplexity found no home,
the day I decided to flow with time,
the day I decided I would reflect on
my feelings in the form of poetry.

Poetry taught me and let me
think for me, wander into me;
it accepted me and made me
realize that if my words can
accept my being, I can too.

Now, with each word I write
I experience waves of
love and jubilation
beauty and randomness
struggle and victory.

I am no longer a slave
to my own thoughts;
I sing the rhythmic verses
fearlessly; and thus
I changed: should I say?

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