Going on...

She left the house
Marooned and lost
Under the shades
Of a lonely thrust
She hoped a touch,
A familiar word
The same old saga
And stories we heard…
The raindrops fell
Upon her being
Superficial no more
Reached the soul all seeing…
She walked, she dragged
A baggage so far
The past and the future
The present behind bars…
She slowly moved her head
And looked beyond the way
Up at the billowing hand
She prayed to change the day…
Forlorn, detached, desolate
Her reclusive outline passed
A shadow to the passer-bys
Her vulnerabilities masked…
The rain kept coming down
Her pace unaffected
The mask gradually unmasked
The wounds exposed, detected…
She thanked the heavens today
For the seasonal showers appeared
She always liked walking in the rain
‘Coz no one saw her tears…

A taste of ecstasy...

Walking down the same old road
Humming an old melody
Everything was mundane, routine
The same pathways, the same galleries
And yet, it seemed so fresh, so new
A daisy blooming amidst the residue
A sculptor carving out novel art
Just another morning but still a bracing start
I wondered why I smiled so much
Why a breeze orchestrated to me
Why a falling flower painted a picture
Why each sorrow seemed now, a parody
I gazed at the figure walking beside me
His footsteps one with mine
Why did I believe his every breath?
Why did I ‘believe’ when he said it would be fine?
He changed my life forever
He set my inhibitions free
I hummed, I sang, I felt, I sighed
A taste of pride and ecstasy…

All things bright and...

They said it would be easy
They said it would be right
And then I opened my eyes
To all things beautiful and bright…
I thought I was being tested
I thought I would be fine
And then he took away the only hope
I stood there, waiting for a sign…
Its not easy, they say now…
It never was, never would be
I embraced what I believed in
My power, my divinity….

As she flew...

Darting across the seamless sky
True as the myth of paradise,
Her dreams took off with feathers galore
Higher and higher, rising and more…
No doubt, no remorse, no irk or hate
Neither pang nor fate
Deterrence, a non-event
A mettle well-sent…
The confidence of karma
Grounded the feet of flight
Yet off they went
To immeasurable heights…
She knew she could
And now she did
From up above, from where she saw,
She looked, captivated and smiled…