Broken Melodies

There is a broken melody in her; That keeps on playing on loop They are the stray notes Of memories forgotten Strung together in longing,    There is a note for the mother’s cry An A-minor for her lost child, And a B-sharp for all the times The moon girl plucked stars From her father’s…

I found the word ‘missing’….

In solemn breaths Under shadowy moonlight, I found the word “missing”; Lying beside me Like a forlorn lover; Craving for your missing touch!   In longing gazes And quivering smiles, She spoke to me About dreary nights And lonesome mornings Of how spaces between Her fingers Felt empty Without your flirting nudges;   She regaled…

Musical Memories (3)…..

“Lay me down in the ground by my hometown, girl We, we never leave But it feels like we’ve seen the whole world….” You came in early that morning and silently sat beside me. You switched on your desktop and started working as usual. Your face wore a mask of thousand emotions as you went…

Musical Memories (2)….

“I kept the love you gave me alive And now I carry it with me I know it’s just a tear drop from mother earth But in it I can hear a dolphin sing Telling me I’ll never be alone I know you’re right there….”   Imagine unending waves of water splashing droplets on you…

Musical Memories (1)…..

“Dil ka dariya beh hi gaya, Raahon mein yun jo tu mil gaya….” It might come as a surprise to you, but the first time I had heard this song it never stuck to me. It felt like the usual songs of finding someone special and then going through the ministrations of losing them again;…

Evening Memories….

It was a Monday evening I thought, I heard you laugh As I walked past the Tea Junction, On my way back from work,   You sat there At that staircase green, Resting your head Against my cushion sleeves, As I gazed At your goofy smiles Wondering if you were really mine!   It was…

Beauty Lies In the eyes of the Beholder….

They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder Yet the eyes never behold truly They search for it in the colour of the skin In the flatness of the stomach And in the holes Under your belly They look for it in the God you pray The Allah, The Jesus or the Krishna…

If the non-living lived….

If headphones could talk Mine would blushingly Sing songs of the all the times You would surreptitiously ask to share mine And we would be a musical touch An insignificant creation in time   If torches had eyes Mine would create Paintings and photographs Of a pair of souls Stealing kisses under moonlight And sharing…

MAYAS: A Wintry Tale

Imagine alarms ringing simultaneously in small dark rooms of twenty crazy souls and twenty pair of dreamy eyes awakening to voices of sleep induced callers over the phone. It’s a 5’o clock January morning and if you by any chance happen to blow your breath over the window panes, you most certainly would be greeted…

An Autumn Affair

When nature is shedding itself, getting all primed to let her hair down and adorn the new clothes of spring; a bride and her groom somewhere is gearing up to begin a new chapter of their lives.To a mere spectator these two souls are much like the trees of nature, who disperse their old souveniors…