Hours

One last call

This silence around us

Staying indoors, locked away from the world, all of us are going through a time we never thought could happen. Its a time we would remember forever. And I wanted to keep a reminder of this time, hence ended up writing this piece. In these tough times, may all be safe and this ends soon.

Rainbow Paradise

She lived in her world
A kaleidoscopic landscsape;
Iridescent colors illuminating
Every inch of her way.


She’s a ball of fire,
Or sometimes a flower full of fragrance.
She can bestow upon you
A streak of deadliness or the
Blossom you crave.


Magic it is
That emanates from her soul,
Quiet and slow it takes
To works its charm.


Away from the crowd
In a distant dream of something unknown.
She lived in her own sweet little home called
”Rainbow paradise”.

Winter nostalgia

I wish for the cold winter nights

When I was a child,

Book in hand and wrapped in blanket

Dozing off in between,

Lulled by the coziness.

Cold icy winds, teeth chattering

As I blow warm breath into the air

And watch it melt into nothingness.

Oh icy winters at home

I miss you, each passing year.

I miss watching the wide fields at night

Engulfed in blankets of white fog

Screening the view beyond

And everything around.

Is there a ghost amidst the obscureness

Or the misty nightfall played

A scene of mystery 

To scare me!

I miss my winter gloves,

The home knit sweaters and woollen socks;

Colourful muffler and a knitted cap

All around my head

Ruffling my hair.

Doubly protected in every lining of cloth,

The winter chill reminds me

Of the cheer of staying indoors

A blazing evening fire,

Water boiling in the kettle;

All things warm and comforting.

Shining light through the misty mornings,

Icy cold water to the touch;

Basking in the winter sun

After a very reluctant bath.

Memories and memories

Of fond winter holidays

When the atmosphere was much colder

And the fun of winter shivers

Cast a happy spell, amidst all.

Dreamy mind and soul

I meant not to be pretty

Just a little hasty

Fleeting from flower to flower

Sniffing for that familiar fragrance;

One that hits the right note

One that the soul seeks.

I dream often

And often I dream,

Of funny things and

Cones of Ice cream,

Or that rainbow across the sky

And the bird flying by;

Hopes and desires

Writ in large bold letters.

Sometimes it makes no sense

And then I let it be.

Fragments of thoughts and 

The infinities within it,

Color up that canvas

Of my dreamy mind and soul.

Sunset, hopes and sadness

Sunsets are hope for

Another day of sunrise in the fields,

For the birds to go back to their nests,

For seekers to find their destination,

For lovers to spend a night together.

Why is it then sunset also brings in 

Some sadness.

Sad for another day gone by,

Sad for not doing things as planned,

Sad for not saying things harboured in the heart,

Sad for it brings another day closer to existence.

Heartaches and Pancakes

Pancakes I like

Perfectly round and fluffy.

A batter of flour and eggs

Mixed with a pinch of love 

and all things sweet,

Can uplift a gloomy soul to

happy in minutes.

But heartaches I don't like

They're difficult to go through. 

Anxiety and a searing pain

That turns a happy soul to 

Melancholy in minutes.

So what if I had heartaches 

and pancakes together

Would it soothe the aching heart?

The sweetness to cut out

The burn left behind.

It may be a good combination

Atleast it rhymes well.

Its nothing like something

made with love and sugar

That cant heal a thing.

What am I?

Look closer

I may not be

What you seem to perceive.

I can be sweet but mean

As cold as in your dream.

I can be warm as the summer 

Or chilly like the winter wind.

I can be a hound lying

In the shadows

Waiting to pounce on your innocent soul.

Or maybe I am none of these

But just a figment of your imagination

That haunts you day and night

Never for once leaving your hazy sight.

The ocean calms my restless soul

I stand and gaze

As the sun goes down

To meet its beloved,

At the end of a tiring day.

Darkness presumed soon after

But the glow of the last yellow rays,

Talked of a promise

To meet another day.

I wonder what the tales are,

That the sun whispers to the water

As it nears the horizon

Longing for a kiss thats warm.

As I stand there

Fleeting through my endless thoughts

I realised I have touched shore

Because

"The ocean calms my restless soul".

Oh food

They talk to me, do they to you?
Look at a picture of food
or look at that piping hot dish staring back at you
from the plate.
Warm flames from the sides,
that aroma of spices.
Oh how can I not like you immensely
Oh food
you are lovelier than the loveliest;
my eternal love for a lifetime.
However hard I try to refrain,
I will always come back to you.