Tides….

The Moon had asked the Earth one day,
What do you see in me?
I am full of craters deep,
I cannot support life,
My heart is cold and dead,
The Earth smiled,
Pulled it closer and said,
The life on me will be enough for both of us,
I’ll warm you in nights cold,
My heart will beat faster for you,
A promise from you is all I ask,
The Moon was stunned,
For long she had been all alone,
My days will be yours,
Your nights mine,
The Earth had said,
You rise my tides,
And I bury your dead……

Clear Skies

He was a cloud,
Thunderous and white,
That had brought rains to places,
Droughts had devastated,
Green sprung up in places,
Deserts and storms,
But fate had other plans,
She wanted clear skies…..


camera doesn’t do much justice….

The picture above is from the terrace of my house. You can see Shivalik Mountains. The camera hasn’t done much justice to the view.

Snow capped mountains..

Change

The gods had turned down his request,
You shall not be allowed a death so chaste,
I was unaware, stupid and had a mast so high,
He begged with bleeding toes, cried with a sigh,
You shall walk the earth,
Until the day becomes dark,
The night red with your burning sins,
Rivers will stop to flow,
Civilisations turned to dust,
The crime you had committed on this soil so pure,
You shall repent for your days and beyond,
He listened, his mind had numbed that very moment,
For I shall reap what I had sowed,
Death, destruction and havoc I had created,
For fun I would kill a million sensations,
And on bodies of green my palaces would stand,
For I was a mind full of self pride,
As air has thinned,
Food has vanished from my plate,
I can understand what I have created,
A Devil that cannot be stopped,
Slowly rusting through the machinery of our clogs,
We say home can always be found,
But what’s a home without my friends so long,
So I shall exist until my days,
Exist with the guilt of a genocide that maimed the earth’s progressions,
For I am the curse that walks this soil,
For I will be the change this soil needs it all,
I’ll be worthy of heavens one day,
You’ll see O Gods,
For I’ll be the change this soil needs it all…..

Him and Her….

As his hands mapped the curves on her body,
Untouched, unkissed, unexplored by any being before,
She skirmished with her sensuousness,
The righteousness that had prevailed with her,
Just before this moment,
He slowly tried to moisten her fields,
Rain had barely touched her,
Barren, unkept, unused,
Water eroded her,
Brought floods, upheaval, destroyed her everytime,
She had closed her eyes,
Never before something had touched her,
Without an intention to unravel her,
Only to leave her in pieces thousands and more,
But his touch seemed different,
Or maybe the moment felt a little translucent,
She wanted to be touched,
Not because she needed it,
For long she had lived in a dilemma,
Her needs had been since buried six feet deep,
Her heart wanted it,
So did her mind,
The body allowed him to continue tethering her to himself,
The distance crept between them,
Until an atoms thickness,
Till the union of time and space,
Him too had started to lose his consciousness,
She was too powerful for him,
But he knew he could drive his sails through her storms,
Her needs had started to become his,
Her storms his,
In a way the Sun meets the Earth,
The Horizon turns red,
The stars twinkle,
And the Moon witness of them,
A fusion of two celestials,
An affair of the ages,
A story to be told a million times,
And maybe more,
Her and him,
Him and her,
The story of the day,
Her geography became his art,
Her body his biggest canvas…….

Water

As the water flows down her,
Every crevice, every canyon,
The villages on the way,
The abandoned and the young,
Fields of sunflowers,
Deserts too,
The simmer shine of the sun,
The dark of the marshes,
The hot springs,
Quick sand too,
The water flows down her,
And inside her,
To spaces untouched,
Unexplored and unreachable,
The places she rarely goes,
Or goes too often,
A little girl maybe,
Or with hair turned grey,
The water flows,
It rarely stops,
Ice to stream and then the mighty ocean,
Water learns as it goes along the way,
It changes its way sometimes,
Sometimes turn mountains to dust,
It is not the outside that matters,
It tells itself everyday,
Each day it starts,
A new adventure,
Maybe a new colony to civilize,
And as water flows down her,
She realizes,
She is like water,
Or maybe she is water……

The Universe

Somedays the universe conspires to not let you have what you want.


Then there are days when it stands with you, shoulder to shoulder and while sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee tells you, “Didn’t I say so?” while you overlook the only thing you ever wanted. 


It’s funny isn’t it? 

That dream… 



I was walking down the golden street, 
With a little glimmer in my eyes, 
With shoes a little dirty, 
With clothes a little dusty, 
I was walking with a little of me, 
A little of you, 
Hand in hand, 
With a sight so close, 
A shop came with things unknown, 
A scent so serene, 
A vase so beautiful, 
Where things were arranged on a clean shelf, 
Some expensive, some priceless, 
A child on a mother’s shoulder, 
And a little one holding her hand, 
Then a father who carried them all, 
Towards a brighter and a merrier, 
I took a turn to the highway of dreams, 
Hopped onto a chariot, 
Shining bright, with a lever, 
He asked me to pull the lever, 
Wings came out the chariot, 
And it flew above the horizon, 
Where birds had nested on clouds so high, 
Where the wind sung a song so clear, 
It ran across the orchards of smiles, 
Trespassers are welcome,  a board was hung, 
I plucked a smile, a two or a three, 
And filled my bag with laughing thee, 
As the chariot flung again, 
I was pushed back the seat, 
And it sped across the river, 
Where fishermen had spread, 
Nets of cashmere, 
They said hello, 
Offered me a drink, 
And I gave them a smile, 
From my bag shining and white, 
Suddenly the sky had started to rise, 
The sun was eating up everything and sight, 
The chariot lost control and headed straight for the Sun, 
I held the rails, prayed for my life, 
And it all ended up in the light, 
I could hear only a sound so familiar, 
Wake Up Son, The Sun is up, 
And I saw the Sun eating up my dream so dear… 

Mountain…. 


As he slowly gulped down little pieces of her down his throat, 
It became easy, 
And in matter of time, 
The pieces became his very own, 
A little of She, 
A little of he, 
And the more of them, 
He became a mountain, 
She flowed in the valleys, 
And she was his shine, his very air…… 


This image is of the Triund Trek I was lucky enough to spend Somedays where… 

To exist or not to….

There are days when our existence becomes a question. Everything attached with every one of us becomes an illusion. These are the days we realise existing and existence are two totally different things. You exist till your heart beats. Existence is for eternity…..

Too many good people are leaving us…. 

This one for everyone whom you miss, who has been an inspiration, a guide, an idol and whatever you want them to be….

If I was a butterfly

If I was a butterfly,
I would have wings to fly,
I would grow a long nose,
Smell many lilies and rose,
I would jump over gardens and plants,
Forget what the nature grants,
I would flow with the wind,
Break a leg or may be a hind,
I would dance under the moonlit sky,
May build a house under the starry sky,
Watch over the ones,
Who sleep at night,
Then sleep on a bed crafted for me,
May leave a space for another me,
Meet new butterflies over the flowery feast,
Ah! What an experience,
May be I’ll make a friend,
If I was a butterfly,
I would have wings to fly,
This world would be an adventure,
I would love to try.