Saturday, November 26, 2016

free bird....

sleep where i find, the shade,
i am the weary kind for, this place,
i am numb,tired to the core,
stumbling upon in void, this space..

i surely, have brought some disgrace,
yes, i have an ugly face,
just listen to me, let me confess,
i do not deserve this anger, this hate...

i fell from your grace,
i got washed with tears like kohl,
with dried tears,i am a free spirit now,
who cares if i have a wounded soul...

bouquet of memories...

you may find it little later or wilted...

but remember the memories are afresh till this day,
carnations here are the moments intertwined,
lonely years make, this cascading bouquet....

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Maa, i love you...

                                                                                            how much i miss you mom,
these cold nights
when i am half asleep
i feel myself drifting away
shivering in cold
but too lazy to pull up the cover,
i know mom, 
if you were here
you would tuck me in...

in the dream
i saw you crying 
and i cried with you
my pillow case is still wet
with my tears

oh mom , how much i miss you
the dream when i saw 
you were leaving
my heart skipped a beat
i held your hand 
until you said 
you would come back for me
i dreaded that night
couldn't sleep again...

just because i grew up
i moved away
but the child inside me
always needs your attention
i would like to sleep 
with my head in your lap
and you talking about
the things that happened
while we were away

i miss those mornings
when you would wake me up

i miss you mom
every moment of my day
every day of my life...