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Hush a bye

White lips, pale face, breathing in the snowflakes,By dawn’s first light she lay awake.Huddling for warmthThe snow bunting tweeted,Flapping by the windowsAnd slurring long and short notes.Walking through the halls made of timber and oak,She hummed her favourite folk-‘How many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?And how many times mustContinue reading “Hush a bye”

Neverland

In the lands of wonder and prodigy,The stories of a boy who wouldn’t grow up were told,Wrinkling the faces of children with laughterAnd filling their chests with joy thereafter.They flew far and wideWith Peter by their sides,Above Neverland’s clear watersAnd heads of pirates that fetter;With hearts of sweet mischief and roguery,Troubling Hook’s artillery; Pan flewContinue reading “Neverland”

Cakewalk

We danced and dancedTill your lungs gave in and our feet swelled up.In halls so empty, we fluttered like butterfliesWith wings of joy and felicity.Legs spreading like a sheen over the floorsWinding like stairs up the days of yore.Hands ruffling through the winds,Moulding and forming virtual shadowsOf swallows and birds not known.Rolling in the deepestContinue reading “Cakewalk”

Extinguished

Juggle

There is a certain ache that lies in the way people say – ‘Let go of someone who doesn’t want to be held back anymore’Lately nothing has made more sense to me than the fact that we ought to step out of the game as and when required. Maybe we are not among the playingContinue reading “Juggle”

Misfit

The world would have been a better placeIf only you saw beyond this layer of wax that I am dripping in,If only you knew that I was burning and melting away,If only you would not try to put me back in shape. Someone’s put me on fire, and I’ve been burning ever since.The cremains thatContinue reading “Misfit”

Rainy Days and Mondays

It feels all spellbinding when you sit by your window watching the rain fall and fall forever. The air around you fills with this strange scent of monsoon which carries tons of leisure in it. These are the days when you absolutely have no imagery of anything and wish time kept running slow like itContinue reading “Rainy Days and Mondays”

An open letter to Naoko

Dearest Naoko, I don’t know where to begin. But I’ve convinced myself that I need to write to you however I’m not really sure whether the heavens have got a postal address. Through this letter I wish to convey to you the things people should have told you while you were still here with us.Continue reading “An open letter to Naoko”

The mother of my heart’s most loved

I watch my sister nurture her childAs one would do to a bird;Hands small and fragile,Feet tiny and red,Cheeks of cheery blossomAnd eyes of Dorian Gray. Good old days come floating byIn colours of mellow greens,Heads soaring up to the heavens in blue,We watched the floating reels.Of trifling matters we talkedUnder the scarlet skies,Growing inContinue reading “The mother of my heart’s most loved”

Departures

In no circumstance, will you find yourself capable enough to face the fact that it’s time to let go. It closely resembles a gum that never digests. You might be a person with strong will power, but to make peace with the fact that you need to pack your bags and step out of theContinue reading “Departures”