Poem: Pink Feathers Of The Dawn

The pink feathers of the early dawn,
creeping up stealthily to sleeping forms,
entering the ken through shadows of dreams,
cheating dark visions through rays of hope

Pink feathers, the phoenix, of the dying dark,
pink feathers slowly etching the new days mark,
giving more heart to the fires of hope,
lighting meager joys with specks and sparks

Pink feathers, oh! pink feathers how quietly you grow,
among blue bodies, through green sows,
beneath creamy lids of the eyes of beings,
alighting the dark onto warm glowing wings

Slow and sluggish, as the feathers get lost,
the pink of its hue, growing wise and hot,
wanton promises of dark to flowering day,
to be born again, the aurora fades away!

Poem: Little Things

Everything’s just fine
It’s a Saturday morning
Everyone’s back to work

Havin’ a cup o’ tea
Newspaper in my hands
Birds chirping and all

But there’s an emptiness
In my mind
Hollow …..the air I take in
Echo in my walls

It seems just fine
I am set to work
My fingers moving
Diligently

But there’s a mist in my room
That no one else
Seems to notice

I checked my ttd* list
I have a long day to plan
So much to do

But why do I ?
Feel like a rewind
Going back into my quilt
And wake  up last night

It feels like
A wind; stuck in a tree
A lump; in my throat

Its like I missed
A heartbeat
For we did not talk
Last night.

little things..

Poem: One day

You see me going away….
Farther every moment
Its not me ,
But the earth which is moving
Only to bring me back to you, again

One day…….

You would want to tell me things
But I wouldn’t be around
Only to listen to them as stories
On a long afternoon, once the
Winds carry me home, again

One day………..

You would think of me
And not find me by your side
Let your thoughts fly,then
So that I can trace my way back
traveling in your thoughts
to you ..again

One day….

You will see the glory of the
Mountains
and the depths of the sea
I will not be there holding your hands
But my hands would be held
In prayer

One day…

So that when you come back
You come back to me
Because then it will be your choice
Not mine
For once
I will be at your dispense

One day…

You can treat me right
By not even considering me
Worthy of recognition
For all my notorious escapades
Into never lands

One day…

For even then you’d know
That if you don’t let me in
I will lie at your doorstep
Till I die
And if you do
I’ll find the first open window
And fly away…