Mermaid
water splashing
in little
bubbles all
around.
the waves light
up in shades
of ardent
blue and
sunlight
which travels on these
waves make its
way toward me.
i dive deep
inside the
water with
muscles
ripening underneath
and open my eyes.
for the first
time.
for the first time
i am awake,
i am breathing,
underwater,
underground,
under me,
everything is
crystal clear
and the ocean bed
so blue.
it aches
painfully to
see such
beauty and
i swim
deeper with little
bubbles trailing
behind me.
my arms
stretch out as
if to catch the
light that
filters this water.
fishes swim by
noiselessly,
brushing past
me in gentle waves.
the water sets me
free and clutches me
hard in its grip.
i struggle
i float
a whole new life
beneath here
with words
of enchantment
whispered
in the ears
and eyes filled with
sunlight, small
sparks flying out
of them.
it is
as the soul
is cracked open
and finally i
can breathe.
i laugh,
a gurgle
with bubbles
tumbling up.
the hair floats in the
water,
having a life
on its own
and i have never
felt so alive.
and i swim
deeper
and deeper
and deeper
and reach the
ocean bed,
a sandy ruin
a vast
kingdom
of these incredible
creatures
and i sit down,
my hair tumbling up
and eyes full of
water.
i don’t want to go
back up.
where there are people
who
ruin your
soul.
Life
It is so much better
Like this.
With this
Gentle
Light
Drizzling down
Leading me to sleep.
i can stay,
cant i ?
I am a mermaid.
Scar
She holds her
Head up high
Her eyes roam in the
Sky
The blue of it
Reflected
Brighter, sharper
In her eyes
Her clothes
Clung to her
Body in
Soft curves and bends
And her mouth
Curved upwards into
A smile
Her hair scattered
In long and short
Waves of red
And her scar
From her eye
To her
Lips
Run deep
A past
Long forgotten
However dark
Long forgiven
And though
Many say
Its a pity
She laughs
A hearty laugh
And says
“I wouldn’t
Want it any
Other way”
Car Ride To Nowhere Particular
my head on
the seat rest,
looking at the
sky,
a clear
retreat
up
outside.
two eagles
fly
overhead
with
brown
wings stretched
in a huge
embrace with
the clouds.
they cut the
sun in
two,
their
bodies
against the
bright light.
my head
up in the
clouds,
my feet
on the
chair,
with
a chaotic
mess of
green leaves
and pale
brown branches.
the car
is moving
everything
a blur,
the music
flying
in the air.
the car is
moving,
and i am
leaving.
take me
with you,
wherever
you go.
they believe
leaving to be
a sin,
but it is
our innocent
pleasure.
we are leaving.
Strong People
why do people
forget
that even the
strongest people
have some
weak moments?
when the gallant
blaring flame
starts
dwindling.
when the vast,
majestic ocean
starts
draining up.
when the people
who you
believe to be
invincible
have shadows
threatening to
pull them in
the darker side.
you see them
everyday
with their head
held high,
so why do you
tremble when
their heads
bow down in
moments of
grief and solitude?
for nobody
is brave
to the core.
they fear,
but act;
they grieve,
but smile;
and when they
nod off to sleep,
their eyelids
fluttering off
to another world,
oh they seem so
Vulnerable .
but it is then
when they are
their strongest
with their dreams
and wishes
riding alongside
them.
this courage,
of knowing your
fears and even
then fighting
them,
this courage
makes them
sparkle
with such
force.
so why, when
the darkness
threatens
them, to steal
this flame,
why do they
forget that
brave people
fear too?
why do they
forget that
i am afraid
too?
A Passerby Artist
fervent,
hot,
burning,
eyes blazing
with this
ardent desire.
those eyes
shone,
oh they shone
brighter than any
any star in
the sky,
no, no dear,
they were the
sky themselves.
with the whole
galaxy
breathing inside
those thin
covers.
and her hands,
yes her thin
bonny hands
with those
long fingers,
ecstatic
and
beautiful
spreading
a thick
smear of
blue
in the rough
canvas.
and as she
smiled,
her thin
lips stretching
i swear,
at that moment,
a whole
harmony went off.
each note
dedicated
to her,
and her alone.
this melody
so bitter sweet, wrapping
in thin curves
and tendrils
around her.
rugged pair
of jeans,
barefoot
and totally,
deeply,
passionately
in love with
the paints in front
of her.
this was passion,
i felt,
as my fingers
started
tingling with
longing.
Silhouette
a classmate died
today.
exhaled, jumped
and died.
a person
had just turned
into a story,
her smile into
a memory.
she was here
yesterday,
where is she
now?
this disappearance
is so foreign,
so shocking.
goosebumps,
teardrops.
she is not here
yet everything
is the same.
is it a sin
to feel so numb?
i do not need words
the silence is much
more comforting.
just remember her
for who she
was, and
nothing more
or nothing less.
so fragile is a
human life.
a wire just
waiting to be
cut.
how easily
we all die.
i despise others
for talking,
making a tragedy
into a gossip.
but can i really
beg to differ…
when i have already forgotten her face?
Dear Unborn Child
live a long
life, alright?
sweetheart, live
a long life.
with many
books to
read, with
smiles and tears
and the scent
of these old
books.
and so many
walks to take
on days
when you are
alone
and days when
you are with me.
and so many
beds to dream in
and waking up
in a bright
or even rainy
morning.
and even to
live with a
broken heart.
to cry your
heart out
and then pry
open your
ribcage to let
out the light.
to have those
absolute pure
moments of warmth
when you are holding
someone close to
your heart,
close to your
heart.
when you are watching
them sleep
and wondering
thinking of you
just the way
you are thinking
Of them ?
and then
darling ,
there
are so many places you are
yet to see with those
huge, hopeful
eyes of yours.
and so many
people
yet to meet
and yet to love,
to let them fill
you up with
such love and life that
you feel as if you
are bursting!
and also
you are yet to
know yourself
and who you are.
to peel of that
beautiful
layer of skin
and discover
yourself.
and on these
days when i think
of you
i smile
for i am sure
that you
will live
a long life
with lots of
heartaches,
happiness,
grief,
wonder,
hope,
love,
and maybe even with me.
i want you
to see the world
and the people
inside it
with your own
eyes and love
them with your
heart.
and even when
i am not with
you,
do this for
me- live
a long life.
live happily
live freely.
live just the
Way you want.
Make a life you
Love.
this i ask
as a mother
to you.
vivid
crimson eyes;
sometimes they see
such acute events
like the raindrops
on window stills,
red bricks moist
and a good smell.
like teardrops on
lashes
and the aftermath
of a good cry.
like vivid green
of blades of grass
and buttercup
of your embrace.
like the shine
of water on the
pavement
and your hazelnut
eyes.
like the worn out
edges of old books
and the smell
of new ones.
like the nape of your
neck and the
smooth edges of
your knees.
like a map
of your body,
and my exploration.
oh what a
blessing it is
to experience such
intense feelings,
when your eyes are
open, and so is
are mine.
Inked
do you wonder
if every letter,
every word,
every sentence,
every thing that
you carelessly
utter from
that pretty red
lips of
yours,
gets engraved
in that ivory
skin of yours.
hot steaming
words, freshly
spoken
with a blue
flame, yellow sparks
get written on
your frail arms
and legs and
appendix.
spiraling
throughout
your vast
landscapes,
wrapping tightly
like tendrils
in a sunny day.
all giving a
hot pleasure
on being burned
down to
your cool skin.
the black ink
spelling
your life
in bold words.
and then