Monday, February 14, 2011

In celebration of valentine's day spirit-Less is More!

In his eyes

I see love

Like a mirage

enticing thirst

that never

can be satiated.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

A spontaneous haiku.

Your eyes shower on me love

that is like mirage

It cannot slake my thirst

makes me more and more thirsty though

till I feel I have no strength anymore- to go on.

suicide

13.02.2011

Can you believe

I actually tore up all my poems to fit in with him?

That was more suicide than any that I could have committed

Did not recognize it as such, at that time though

Remember you had once told me

When someone expects you to be something other than what you are

That is not Love

And now I understand fully well what that means.

Joyous flights

If you should look out of your window now

You will see a clutch of black birds gliding around

in twisting and twirling patterns

Moving in unison

Now separating, now coming together

Turning as a body through angles

With wings molding flawlessly to their sides

All together so that at a particular point in the turn,

They all appear to blend into one.

They are so beautiful and graceful

Their flight looks like a ballet dance performance

They do this dance

Every evening

Just before dark

Every evening without fail

Come rain, shine or snow

Is it a dance, a celebration,

of coming together at the end of each day,

It is simply too joyous to be

Just a sacred daily ritual .

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Trees again

Trees are kind,nurturing friends,
loving and forgiving souls
they know what life is,
having lost their leaves every fall,
waiting patiently through winter,
each one alone and yet together
blooming with full force yet again in the summer.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Trees

As I was walking on Christmas day evening , feeling lonely,I was wondering whether to go to Patterson Park or Inner Harbor.The water in the harbor beckoned and was very tempting indeed.
It said, come into my embrace and know release.Be free once and for all, of pain.I was scared and turned towards Patterson Park, for trees are loving souls- long suffering and wise ones, who have seen life and seem to share your misery, by unspoken bonding.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Hi,
somehow once one wishes for something deeply, it happens!
I did not know how to create a blog and this just came along!
Sounds weird and cliche'd but it is true!