If I Were A Book

If I were a Book,
On the shelf,
I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday.
Some would flip through,
Some would read through.

The fact that  I would enter a reader's mind, brings thrills.
The thought that one person may meet you daily, and then never again,
Makes me cry shrills.

I would swirl with joy when the winds blew in.
I would be left teary eyed if the rain came in.

How lovely would it be to alter one's thoughts
How delighting would it be to put someone to deep slumber.
To some I would bring wonders and to others, thunder.

If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be called an 'addiction' by some
I would go along with decoction at home.
If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be be-friend-ed  like none other ally of  the own!

Coming back to you

What I love the most is coming back to you.
Because you are the calmer one I know.

What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted,
Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted.

What I love the most is growing with you, into pitfall,
Onto steps and heights, or out of the bygone wall,
Because you have taught me never to succumb,
Even when, I  saw the future, Not standing plush & tall.                 

What I love the most are the times we disagree,
Because the fond memories I make around them,
Could never be traded for anything that came in dollars or forever-free.

I have named the  place where I feel permissed as 'thee',
Because at times it feels too good to be in glee,
That no matter what, thou shall know the ropes and keep them harm-free.

What I love the most is coming back to you.
Because you are the serene one I know.

Chimera- a short yarn.

When I was riding into the woods the other day, I saw a girl with beautiful golden locks tied into a french braid. She was filling pots of water at the riverside.

The grace with which she walked towards the palanquin awaiting her, left me spellbound. I waited and watched for a while in complete hush. I tried to sneak a glance of the 'glaring' face- which I imagined, but in vain. It seemed to me like someone of great authority longed her presence in the palki, as she hurried towards it. Few other ladies were walking with her too, but my eyes would not move away from her.

Suddenly someone called out from faraway- 'Chimera' and my fair lady turned back slowly. So, I said to myself  "This charming lady was called Chimera. Wow! What a differentiated name". I took a deep breath and waited with excitement. May be she would be the  lady of my dreams. May be I would have a fairy tale love story like the ones grandma narrated. My heart skipped a beat or two :). She finally turned.


To my horror, she appeared to be a witch with a wrinkly face, a red elongated nose and the longest nails I had ever seen. I yelled, "NO"!

Shocked, I found myself in my bed soaked in a stream of sweat. YES, it was a dream. A scary one.

Later when I tried to recall, I realized Chimera meant 'imaginary'.
Aren't dreams supposed to bring out our imagination or sub-conscious thoughts ?

No Discount On Feelings!

If we feel weird about it
Why not say it?

If we feel happy about it
Why not show it?

If we feel bad about it,
Why do we oppress it?

If we feel desirous about it,
We do we cope with it?

If we feel curious about it,
Why not ask about it?

This cascade of high, low, even and odd called Feelings
Why do they always have to be discounted?
Why not they always be facile give a-ways?

If you find a way to profess, My mate,
Not once discount it!
Shout out loud,
Win some,
Lose some,
Weep a lot,
Care a wholesome,
Love more,
Brood less.

Not once discount it!
Because,this is what, 'Being' is about.

Just as long 'WE are'..!

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us tickle,
Let the mind run utterly fickle.

Let's run into the sheer wild,
And not let anything be absolute mild.

Let's indulge onto the fantasy spree,
And let our almanac be far from free.

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us skip and hop.
And we shamble around? No! nope.

Let the time not be of any bound,
Let gelos not build in pounds.


For we not know, how long.
But as long 'WE' are....
Let us call it 'Living for the Loving'.

Sweet Nothings

You Smile,
I Smile.

You cry,
I fret.

You like,
I nod.

You talk,
I crave to listen.

I choose,
You concur.

I offer,
You, at times differ.

I  negate,
You affirm-ate.

When my eyes sparkle with joy,
You are invariably cognitive.

Those sweet nothings we share,
Makes me wonder,
Will you miss me, when I am gone long?
And there are not any bonds to tie us along!

I Choose

I Choose,
To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard
To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird.

I Choose,
To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen
To laugh, for the fear of my tears being seen.

I Choose,
To not break, for the fear of being shattered
To hold on, for the fear of losing what mattered.

I Choose,
To not expect, for the fear of being hurt
To not be rude,for the fear of being curt.

I Choose,
To break free from the past,
I Choose,
To re-cast, self.
There Again,
I Choose ,To Be
     'ME'

Angels and Demons

The chord struck again
Without any desire, the tears did rain.
Unable to find why,
The angels did solace.
But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, "Oh! what did you gain?".


If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
Said the demons.
The angels countered that with a Name, with regard.
And unraveled a cavity, with ease.
The Demons reverted saying: "Dismiss"!

The angels still fortified,
Let it come and go by,
It is a phase and it shall ply.
Although, if 'you', my dear, can Omit
Please Do by!

The demons accorded in silence.

Unspoken Rules

We set them,
We want 'you' to get them
But when you act, 'Not to' Them
We just let 'them', GO!


Unspoken, could be so much...
Why do we stay put only to the rules?
Is it the haste, the ignorance or the fear?
We would know nought,
But, may be they would hear
               And
 Sometimes adhere, Too.

May be we should set it at the beginning,
So that, there is no cosmetic fretting.
Perhaps, just play along
As there is no pledge you owe.

Shall you not bear the fury,
It would slay the worry.
Unspoken- Let them be
             Or
Endure them to bury.

You Run Into My Mind.

You run into my mind
           When
We just thought it was all over,
            & Then
It is pensive more than ever!


You run into my mind,
Kindling a sense of desire.
          But again,
The thought of adrift
Leaves me green and hay wire.


While you return & yearn to get back there,
I keep looking for my answers to -WHY?
I ask my heart to hold on,
And never to go back there. But,in vain.

I had laughed heaps and  bounds with you,
I had danced around in joy with you.
Barring then came a turn,
           When
We did not know, whether
You did it to me OR I did it to you.

 So,We retreated.