The ocean in me

There is an ocean under my feet

There is one above my head 

Ever changing with the ripples from time

Shifting in constant forward 

Pulling me backward into the depth of a past

Throwing me again into a future unknown

And yet on some days

Calms my chaos

Balms my sorrows

In its widest spread 

My eyes travel a world

Of imagination and hope 

While the ocean spreads far and wide

Looking for someone like me

Who will wear her overhead 

And let her run free underfeet too

Never binding, never questioning 

Of why she makes those tides

Why she waits for a full moon

Why she is quiet on some days

Why is she turbulant on others

Why she rides the wind

And play alongside the shore

Why she hides the treasure

And also the ruins of a stigma sick soceity

We all want someone like her

To become like her

Wild and majestic

Also Surreal and mystic 

Free from bondage and any fear

Free to choose who one wants to be

To wreck a corroding system

To smash the social order

To revive and reinstall faith

To resurrect and reform us

Regenerate within us hope

Refill us with joy again

The ocean washes as it retreats

Cleanses and restores dreams pretty neat

Immerse in it

Emerge from it

The ocean in me,

Is the ocean I see.

(Overhead and underfeet)

Dear Pushpa

All the times you trotted in my head,

Telling me things, I would have never said.

Waiting for me to speak,

Utter, whine, rant and cry;

Unbind, unlearn, unleash and untie;

My emotions and my faith,

My past and my pain bequeathed.

You wrapped your arms round,

Held me close, steady and sound,

Until joy and hope do surround,

And yes, I am home bound.

This is how I remember you.

In my times of turmoil more,

Where my joys were found.

You cooked pasta and we sang songs unknown.

You pulled my abnormality into your everyday normalcy!

I was looking at the cactuses and throns.

You showed me the poppies and pansies!

Made me eat that popsicle i didn't fancy!

Wore me a saree and have me dancin'!

You told me to live -

Not in the orphaned hopes of the past,

But in the cheers of the present;

In the beauty of another day,

The tranquility of the night sky.

You told me to stand my ground strong.

Hold things that are firm,

And people close, who loved !

Leaving dead, the ones who were uncertain.

To tread along with your song;

For there never was, anything wrong!

Beautiful Home

All my cracks were filled. 
All my holes were stitched. 
When he came
I was still the same
With my crumbling brokenness
And my consuming solitude
I sat near the doorway
Holding my heart in my hand
My dreams brightening the milkyway
While my feet stretched into the sand.
The paintings that were undone
Found their lines and colours
The songs that were forgetten
Sang themselves to life
On the floor of his patience
I planted the seeds of our love
Inside the walls of his protection
I let my little dream grow
Around the fences of his many hopes
I built our little home

Talking to you

I spoke to you today,
A lot and a lot more.
It felt so nice,
Like walking in a garden..
With flowers of all colours.
Looking toward me,
And the bright rainbow,
I have been radiating
Were multiplying,
Turning into hues,
Of unimaginable shades.
Where the fountains played,
To the songs my heart sang,
They sprinkled the drizzles,
Of little surprises.
To fall on my face,
To moisten my lips,
With a smile,
That you gave!

Arunima

You cure not only sickness,

You heal heart and mind.

With your beautiful voice,

You inject certain tranquillity.

Your friendship reminds me,

The affection from a little sister.

Your care for this patient;

Recovers me from chaos, 

My ordinary day gives me..

In a mundane, material world,

You bring extraordinary joys!

Let me draw

I will draw the branches 
I will put leaves on them
Hoping they will bloom
From you smiles my darling

I will draw the roadways
I will place the pebbles on them
To help me when I am lost
Hoping each one leads to you

I will draw the evening sky
I will stick the black clouds
Like rain will you come
And wash me over and over again

Indulgence

 'Chocolate pastry at midnight

And spin poetry around it

Then I thought to myself,

I want you to sleep tonight!

Not find me sitting next to you.

Nor you sitting next to the pastry.

Just close your eyes

And shut them tight!

Let not the glistening chocolate

Overwhelm the darkness behind!

Neither should the chocolate chips

Crackle in your dreams!

Nor the chocolate flakes

Should dissolve within!

Lest you are devoured,

By the aroma of the intoxicating cocoa,

I finished my cake!

I finished my poem!"

Care less

I will sit with you And not talk I will let the fried potato smudge the lipstick on my face And I will chew On your smiles Which you never gave My spoon and the fork were confused Which hand they wanted to hold The food was not so lavish Or even tastefully elaborate They were nervous To be sitting in front of you The gulab Jamun was too shy It wanted to run away From the sweetness you had flown me with The abandonment you had drowned me with I quietly mixed my rice with the cheese And the potato fries The cucumbers were cold Unattended like you have I held to my heart strong Told him not to belong To someone so childlike and innocent So beautiful and pleasant Because you did not see Your problems my shoulder carry You were so playful To even bother it was me I struggled to finish The jolly gulab jamun on my plate I strapped myself to patience As I cut slice through one The sweetness was tasteless The food was colourless Like my life had become After you decided to care less Hurriedly I skipped off my chair To breathe in the fresh air And walk far away from you And from your cold stare

The rain when you come

The rain when you come
You wash me with jubiliation 
I hear you roar
Like you were happy ever more
You beat against my heart beat
You rhyme me to your dance
Hugged to you in romance
With peace and joy kindled within
Fresh life and hope burning
The sound you pour me with
Silences all noise and chaos in Me
The rain when you come
I know I will marry you
You will lift me away
Liberate and set me free
For all that I bound myself to give
From all obligation and expectations
From all obstruction and endless notion
You are not red and you are not blue
You are not men and you are not untrue
I love you rain
For bringing me pecans joy so plain
For buying me what is sane
Reminding me what did I gain
You are so bold and yet so cold
You are so old and yet so young
You are not the noise
You are not the song
You are so strong
In my heart you belong
You ever so intrigue my feelings to mould

Chapter one page seven

26 September

Sunday 4 PM

A lot can happen over coffee

We are people without a game

People who do not look the same

People who wanted that fame

People with a name

Because we write poem

Rest is history waiting to happen

Friends become family

As I am wedded to my poems

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