~Rantings of a Wandering Mind~

  Sneha let out a huge yawn, as she twisted in her bed, snoozing her alarm for the n th time in a row. Pulling her blanket over her face she smartly evaded the demure winter sun rays, that had peeked into her room through the glass window panes, in a vain attempt to wake her up. Five minutes passed in a nano second, and her alarm once again tired itself out by shouting near her ears. How much she wished that she could throw it outside her window for good, but the fact that it was her dearly loved five year old Samsung A70s, that she had planned to replace only after her final exams, stopped her somehow. Sitting on the bed that was too cozy to leave, she rubbed her eyes, offering a short morning prayer, wondering, if God would forgive her laziness. She loved Sundays, but today was different….she had a night shift, which meant, she had only half a day to herself to clean her room, wash her clothes, arrange her wardrobe, have a proper headwash, finish her scheduled chapters and do ...

Last autumn seemed different, With you being here to hold my hands As we would walk down the lanes and alleys, Scattered with ochre leaves And the smell of dried woods. The winds would whisper tales of love, Woven by the dance of butterflies over the dewy tulip blossoms, In the land, where they came from. And the leaves would quiver in ecstasy. With new desires cruising in their old veins, They would dream of setting sail into the far off lands... Unfamiliar. Unchartered. From where there would be no return.  The last autumn was different, With you and your smile, full of warmth Just like the afternoon sun, melting into the foggy horizon. And I would gaze into your eyes, Dark as the night sky... Where the stars ink their own poetry In pristine light of the moon. Where the clouds create psychedelic dreams Of Love, passion and something more..... Your lips would create sonnets for me, Whispering them, like sweet nothings... Adorning my soul with your epithets. And like the wildflower...

 As the darkness of the midnight takes over And sleep engulfs the world I shall rise. To destroy the demons dancing around me Creating havoc in my world, that I had beautifully nurtured with love. To destroy the darkness That tries to confine me within its depths. Breaking the shackles that bind my blistering, bleeding feet... My broken wings will set flight And I shall rise. I shall rise from my ashes, Left over the pyre, that had burnt me long ago.... Snatching away all the dreams I've had, Drenching me, in my own blood,  Leaving me exhausted, of the world around me. I shall rise, Soaring into the sky, that is all mine. Touching the stars, Roaring like the wind, that plays with my long unbraided hair I shall rise. My carefree laughter, echoing into the horizons Will let the Universe know, that I am back. That I have found myself. That the fire within me is not yet dead. My footsteps carving new pathways, Will find their way, to new dreams, To creating new destinies, Creating...

 What if, you were the sun and I was the moon... And we would meet at every dawn. The flowers would bloom at the touch of your golden rays And adorn my bridal attire, As you would tenderly lift the veil of fog, off my face. And I would blush, taking one last glance at you... Before silently melting in your warmth. When the bees would sing to you the poetries I had created All through the night, in my impatience of your arrival... In my endless wait to hold you close, And never let you go.... In my clandestine dreams, of being together In the same bed of clouds, Under the blanket of the stars... When there would be no day....and no night, But just you, and me.  What if, you were the sun, and I was the moon... And we would meet at every dawn, Or at the dusk... When the zephyr would be high on Love, When the sky would be drenched in a myriad of psychedelic colours, When we would find our ephemeral home in the same sky... Just like those happy little birds. And you would then kiss...

  After all these days The moon peeked again, through my window, Just like she did, back home. Her pristine smile drenched the white plumerias, Flowing through the veins of their large broad leaves Drop by drop.... Just the way she used to adorn my own little garden, Where every rose and every jasmine knew me by my name. Where, I had left back my heart....miles apart from myself.  After all these days, the moon peeked again through my window, And I smiled back. The same old smile, that we both had known  Through all these years. The same old smile of long lost friends Meeting again at a far off land. Reminiscing the shared secrets, that nobody knew... Of untold stories and unspoken fears Of Love and of longings.... Of stolen kisses, shy smiles and love struck glances Of tears, that still remained unshed. And, of the sweet pains of the anticipations, That never seemed to end. Cherishing the old times, spent together In the dreamy evenings,  When the winds laden with t...

  Some day, when I'll be a granny With silver hairs, and a golden smile When wrinkles would sketch stories over my forehead And my eyes would strain from behind my spects... To peek into what tomorrow hides. When I would stoop with the weight, that I have gracefully carried over my shoulders, Through all these years. And my legs would tremble with anticipation As I would wake up to another new dawn. When words would still visit me, yet, my fingers would refuse to write. When my ink would dry, and my diary would be lost into oblivion. When colours would seem all the same And songs won't bring me tears, anymore.   I would still be that little girl, Chasing butterflies. The one who counts the stars, like they were all hers. Dancing to the sound of the raindrops, Like a teenager, in Love, I'll still be that little girl Wishing upon shooting stars. Living in her world, where magic happens And angels leave behind feathers, that grant wi...