I am Enough

To dive -

Into the bottomless depth of loneliness 

And tread calmly -

In the midst of nothingness, yet

Abundance -

Makes one enough.

Rendezvous With an Old Friend

I wasn't sure -

If I would be comfortable to meet my old friend.

What if we have grown apart?

Would there still be something common after all these years? 

What would we talk about? 

Our lives must have changed so much since the last time we met.

Could we still get along?

All these anxieties were washed away -

The moment we met. 

It felt just like old times -

Familiar and comfortable.

Strangely soothing and calming.

Good friends always do that to you.

Even if that's a friend you didn't want to meet -

You wished you don't meet them again.

Loneliness, my friend -

I didn't think I would say this 

Or feel this way.

Because I am glad that you are back. 

Glad to be together -

Better than just my shadow!

Alive

As I sit in a swing -

And sip my dose of coffee,

The green leaves of trees sway -

Gently to the tune of breeze.

The sun extends his golden arms -

And spread the light of joy.

Stars and moon pack their bags -

So that they could rest for sometime.

I hear the caw-caws and cockoos -

And I know I am with good company.

The chores and work could wait.

This is my time with me -

And my lovely companions.

I wait for the flowers to bloom -

And spread the fragrance of hope.

I smile to myself -

It's a blessing to be alive,

In this wonderful world!

Death

As the last breaths are taken,

When the organs in the body gives up...

Have you thought of who would be by your side?

Could you do it alone? 

If so, it's alright.

If not, now is the time -

To make meaningful relationships.

To have people who would do anything-

To be with you.

To make you feel loved.

To let you you go so that you go -

Away from the chains of Life;

Closer to the hearts of loved ones

Solitude Romanticized

Silence...

Solitude...

They are friends indeed.

But anything excessive -

Hurts. 

Soul aches for noise...

And voice of loved ones.

Then there are dialogues in the head. 

They help in keeping the sanity.

Also the secrets shared with universe -

Loudly yet personally.

Thus life moves on.

Loneliness will be romanticized.

Solitude celebrated.

Self-love propagated.

Silence appreciated. 

Sarcasm understated!

You and Me

Here I am...

There you are..

Crazy and lovely...

Awesome and gaysome...

You and me...

We are everything

That i was seeking

And forever waiting...

Who am I to you?

I wish I knew...

Because you carry a hue...

That I have seen in few

We are Home

I thought you'd come home...

To me...

But you've made  home for yourself...

Without me...

Yet you say i am your home...

How ironic!

A Slow Burn

Sometimes -

I remember of my soul lover.

It was not love at first sight;

Rather it was a slow burn.

Initially -

You were a stranger.

It was difficult to understand you;

Or to even make sense of you.

Realised -

You were like the vast universe.

I was only a dot;

Eager to evolve.

Then -

We spent more time together.

I understood you;

You understood me more.

And -

The eternal romance bloomed.

You became a part of me;

You became me.

Words -

We blend into one.

You make my world better;

Me better!

Pain

Once there was,

Now there is not -

Pain;

Or the tears that followed.

And the what -if stories that were woven.

Between dreams and regrets,

Life happened.

Living was the only option.

A coward doesn't choose.

It was so easy,

To focus only on the moment -

Exactly how the illuminated preached.

Escapist evolved and thrived;

In the garden of life.

Unmindful of the withered flowers

And barren trees.

The wise soul has seen -

A thousand sunsets

And a thousand sunrises too.

Shadows are not bad -

It means light is present;

If not bright enough,

Just right enough -

To not feel desolated.

Journey of a Lifetime

The stories she had heard;

The places she had imagined -

Unraveled in her mind.

The leaves that fluttered and changed colors with seasons.

The misty clouds and the peaceful lake.

The prayers that would be chanted far away

The mountains that enveloped the mystic place.

The greens of roofs and the snow that poured.

Ah! How many times she had tread across those roads and paths in her dreams.

How closely connected she had felt to that place 

Most of the journeys are towards the unknown.

Yet, when the destination becomes a part of yourself - 

It becomes an expedition of the soul - 

Not just a physical but also a metamorphic trip

To feel nostalgic. To relive. To let go.

Maybe evolve and at last emerge.

She was excited 

To see and experience

With her own eyes and with all her senses.

The Tree of Love

Once upon a time,

Several years ago -

When we were children

Exploring the newness of everything 

Experiencing the first times,

We planted a seed.

We immersed it deep in soil

We watered it. Took care of it.

No, not in turns.

Together instead. 

Years passed. 

Not only the plant, we bloomed too.

There were smiles and happiness.

Belongingness and hope.

Then our paths drifted.

We grew apart. 

The tree we nurtured was cut too.

In its place, there are little plants -

In the house that was built there.

Those are not as majestic as our tree.

But life moves on.

Even flower withers.

Everything alive dies.

If our love is dead today -

It should have been alive once.

An Ocean of Love

You could avoid every ounce of love I pour -

On you... 

For you... 

You could ignore or even shove it away...

Each droplet scattered around would only multiply my love for you...

I am glad that you like to neglect me.

Each time you do that... 

I think of you even more... 

The next time I won't pour love in ounces; but in gallons..

You throw that away too...

And it multiplies...

Into an ocean;

Deep and pristine..

Then i fall into the ocean of love...

Dive deeper and deeper...

A sense of calmness engulfs me.

As if i am home.

As if we are one.

And i love myself even more! 

Because i am you!

Let the Dreams Fly

Let the dreams fly-

Like homing pigeons.

Carrying the future we envision -

For ourselves.

The dreams could be small.

Or big.

Achievable now.

Sometimes later.

That doesn't matter.

Let them fly. 

Higher and higher.

The dreams know.

Like the homing pigeons;

Where to go and to whom.

Trust in your dreams.

The universe is the recipient -

Which is the grand spectrum of our thoughts and actions.

The universe listens.

Just like a body that strives and adapts 

Just like a mind that trains and focuses.

Believe in yourself.

Believe in the universe.

The homing pigeons always know where to go and whom.

So does your dreams -

They will come true.

Just Believe!

Believe in your dreams, my friend,

If you are a romantic.

Believe in hope,

If you are a pacifist.

Else believe in patience,

If you are a realist.

Or believe in fate,

If you are spiritual.

Because what matters is -

You believe in yourself;

Not how!

(He)Art and Soul

Everytime I gaze at art

I feel awed and envious

Are they really art?

It seems like the artist's piece of heart

Monotones and neons

Pastels and and rustic

They blend and pop

Like a soothing melody

Adding depth and dimension

Acts as a divine vehicle

Transporting to a world of dreams

Also of vision and experimentation

They melt our heart

Let flow the creativity

They inspire. They motivate.

All along asking us to -

Just create.

Everytime I gaze at art

I wonder when will i become that artist

Who leaves a piece of heart

In everything they create!

The Ensuing Light

In the dark dungeons of my heart

Light emanates.

Those are nothing but spark of my eyes

Emanating the glint of hope;

Twinkling with dreams that will come true -

If not now. Later.

If not today. Tomorrow.

That light shows the path;

Encourages me to keep walking -

To simply keep going.

That light is also the spirit of my soul -

Very dreamy yet ever hopeful.

 

In the dark dungeons of my heart

Solitude prevails.

It's soothing yet rapturous.

It's addictive and selfish too.

It may evaporate after dissolving into the concoction of hope.

Or is it love, I ponder.

That solitude wants to give me a chance -

A chance to live again. To laugh again.

A promising chance to go on!

But can I go on? I worry.

That’s when the dark dungeons are lit -

I see that I am the ensuing light.

 

Self-Love

Self-love
Holds me together
So that
I never fall apart!

Bubble

Oh my dear bubble...

Always carrying a dash of rainbow...

And spreading smiles...

Where did you vanish?

The sweet memories are still afresh.

Should I relive those?

Or mourn at the the loss?

Oh my dear bubble...

Tell me!!!

Virtuous Cycle

The water seemed unusually calm;

Reflecting the clear blue sky.

Even the breeze was gentle;

Like the gentle caress of a loved one.

The mountains around seemed picturesque too;

Blending into the horizon like soulmates do.

The grasses were tender and young;

In the perfect shade from an amateur painter's pallette.

Amazing Days

Amazing days those were…

The only desire was to drown in your eyes;

And the biggest fear was to lose myself there.

The greatest dream was to hold your hands;

And the fear was that you’d let it go.

The scariest thing was to walk past you;

And the bravest thing was to talk to you.

Amazing days those were…