Sunday, January 23, 2011


I lay, enveloped in the sweater that still carries your scent. The tunes of yesterday still linger in the air that I breathe into and a familiar tone catches the pulse of my heavily beating heart. How easy it is to encapsulate yourself in fond memories. Even though the moment has passed, the person left, the feeling lingers. And eventually, that warm feeling gets dissolved in the hope of wait. How quickly we lay the burden of our happiness in the arms of someone who can't even keep themselves afloat in this cup of anticipation. You can either save them, or you can drown them.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Bas Ek Zara..

The evenings fade.

A boat ride away and the wine splashes
The sparkles of moonlit nights guide our paths
A scarf to decorate my neck and your hand to hold

I love you, it's obvious
but you love me too.
The worries are none and the feelings plenty
The moments perfect

Under the stars does it happen.
They are aligned and in this universe
Lightening doesn't strike twice
It usually gets it right the first time.

I've never felt so lost
I've never felt so at home.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The road is long
The crossings many
Trade your soul for many colors
Bring along books for the ride
Trace the path so mingled
Leave a part of you everywhere
And patch together a lifetime.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Go for long walks

Indulge in hot baths.
Question your assumptions,
Read much,
Be Kind to yourself,
Live for the moment,
Loosen up, Scream,
Curse the world,
Count your blessings,
Just let go, Just be.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

In My Eyes

The dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Three Cups of Chai

The soft silk against the cane caricature. It's comfortable, it's enduring, it's the perfect place to have the first cup of chai of the day. It's the place where I like to see the raindrops fall and the sun rise and sometimes fade away behind the leaves. The worries of the world are farthest away from me. Here I protect myself, here I am protected by myself. Here the scent of my being is intertwined in the lace of the curtains, here the hues of the evening lamp shed their shadows on the memories that decorate my walls. The place where I sit and giggle away with the girls and etch out to-do lists. I make my plans here and fold away pieces of it. I hide my writings somewhere in the between the towers of books and paint the whites, red. The colors in my closet that splash alive my world and the fresh spring of the lilies fumigate every thing beautiful. It's my bean stalk up high above in the skies before I step down into the world. It's my happy place on some unhappy days and my corner away from my home. It is my home.

The balcony seat on the second floor of that coffee shop. The place where I sit and share my second cup of tea with my thoughts. My music and my words. Where I pick up the old museum ticket from the word I read last and lay it down to age a little more. The feet up, the seat laid back and then the blue color on my toes catches my eye as I try to focus but who's watching? A moment when I like to see the world through my camera lens. Snapshot every frame that sparkles my mind just that little bit. A sip for every story started and one idea or the other sorted. I picture conversations here, I hold memories in that corner, I breathe life into wishes of times to come. The space for chaotic submission and sporadic flight. Ideas fly, leap into the atmosphere of aspirations, and then drown in that cup of chai.

An evening along the shoreline perhaps. The waves motioning in a direction but my pulse racing into the exact opposite. Their crashing takes me up high and settles me back down. The quickest tease of one's life I suggest. The breeze a brilliant swing, romancing with the echos of silence. The jazz playing in the distance, almost like my yellow scarf flutters with the tunes. A sense of belonging, a relief of completion, the strength to step up, down, but mostly away, and a perfect companion named life. My fingers warm themselves around last cup of chai for the day. The one that takes you home and tucks you away.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

We've just begun..

Sharing horizons that are new to us.
Watching the signs along the way.
Talking it over just the two of us

We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
And yes, we've just begun.