The Confession

As I walk down the crowded city street,

I look into the crowd –

The old face-The ageless face-The baby face.

Trust me – Unobtrusively.

I was asking them, loud in my mind –

“WHAT’S YOUR STORY, HONEY?”

They didn’t hear me though.

Among all the people walking,

I felt tiny.

~Just a speck of dust~

Cliché??

Cliché, it is.

But, frightening.

I felt invisible.

A wonderful place to make a confession –

So,

I took a fistful of breath.

To wishper your name.

In the wind.

A thousand times, Darling.

A thousand times!!!

Like I am lending –

A beautiful fragrance to the wind.

Puff!!!

Goes your name.

Like I am smoking the life out of me.

Haiku #5

Nature Lover

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I am a nature lover since forever.

No matter how many times I see a mountain, I surely will exclaim – “Wow Mountain!!!“.

When you are out in the nature, no wonder, you become a child.

Because,

You won’t be judged.

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Hues of New Year

The flawless dawn was getting tarnished.

The blazing fire of the sky which once used to melt me down,

Has turned into a cold white ball,

Concealed inside the veil of clouds;

Dangling and halt;

Then swirling and halt.

The wind was changing its sail.

The aura was changing its tale.

Autumn trees – bare.

Fields – ploughed and fair.

Birds changed their songs

And their shelter

And their peers.

It was the hue of New Year;

Old – to – the – new

Past – to – the – present

Then – to – the – future.

It was a change;

A transition.

Changing has never been so easy.

Change is all about –

Seeing grace through the disgrace;

Hope through the hopelessness;

And self through the selflessness.

Yet everything seemed static;

The same.

The same old year prevailed.

Just the feelings changed;

Or may be the urge to see a change

That compelled me to say –

“A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!”

 

 

 

Haiku #4

Mirror

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This is a thought, maybe even a conundrum, which has taken shape due to my imagination. There is nothing much to be explained in this Haiku.

Just pondering over this thought is intriguing.

Haiku #3

Uncertain Life

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Sometimes we keep unfinished business for the next day.

Sometimes we keep unfinished chocolate for the next day.

We are quite optimistic about our life.

Which is pretty amazing.

But,

What if we don’t wake up the following day?

What about out unfinished business and the unfinished chocolate?

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Haiku #2

Haunted

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In my last visit to Sauraha, Chitwan, I had met a tourist from Dominican Republic during Jungle Safari. I can never forget that encounter and the conversation we had.

In between our conversation, he said – “I forget the names but I remember the feelings.” I remember this quite often. May be he was right. We remember the feelings.

Aren’t they the feelings that always haunt us?

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SHADES

Happiness came into her life,

However,

In different shades.

Firstly,

The azure sky.

Then,

The blend of golden-yellow horizon.

They;

Splashed a bit of themselves,

Over the emerald meadow.

The dewdrops sparkled,

From the lavenders.

There,

Her fortune was imprinted,

Like a kaleidoscope.

Magenta drapes were motionless.

Lilac walls; silent.

The only voice was her pitch-black shrill cry;

That tore the ambiance apart.

The only motion was her vibrant “SELF”.

Her life came into existence;

However,

In blacks and whites.

And;

Whites and blacks.

She could feel the colorless breeze.

But,

Not the colorful aura.

She will definitely grow up to be a happy human.

She will not have to distinguish –

Scarlet from crimson;

Magenta from lavender;

Navy blue from azure blue;

And, jade green from emerald green.

She has only two versions of life:

A black;

Well, she can imbibe all the colors into one.

And

A white;

She will give off all the colors as one.

Black curls won’t bother her;

Only the ignorance will.

Neither will the burgundy fascinate her;

She can’t discriminate the colors.

She knows how to respect the difference.

Because,

She can’t see.

For her;

Black is a happy color.

White is all she can radiate.

She can caress;

The violet,

The indigo,

The blue,

The green,

The yellow,

The orange,

And

The red.

All inside herself.

Haiku #1

Laconic eyes

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ILLUSTRATION:

Oftentimes we tend to pretend to be what we are not.

We are not authentic with the people around us.

We don’t express what we really want.

We want them to understand everything on their own.

There is no way anyone is going to understand what we want unless it is expressed in words.

In between those unexpressed feelings and unspoken words, we lose the love we deserve.

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My Queries

I didn’t believe when they said-
“Don’t ask too many questions to your life!
Because,
Once you get the answer,
Life changes the question.”

But now,
That I have got all the answers to my questions,
I feel emptier than ever.

I wish I had not asked too many questions.
When the blizzard of answers came by,
I was blown
And blasted
And busted.
I was never prepared for what was coming.

I have come to this position.
Asking a question is not just far from possible,
But it gives trauma.

A kind of bliss.
A kind of void.

Little peaceful.
Little taunting.

But still…
I would love to ask few more questions.
I am just not ready for more answers.
Never mind.

Just when I started accepting that life is not a movie, magic started happening.

Just when I believed that love songs don’t have meaning, love songs started making sense.

But I fear, till when?
Fingers crossed.
I don’t want to know.
I run away from answers like a mouse runs away from cat.
Running away for my dear life.
Running away to keep this fistful of faith intact.
Running away from reality.

What will happen when the reality hits hard?
Who wants to know?
Not me.