~Rantings of a Wandering Mind~

I had a garden, where little flowers bloomed. Where the breeze gently played with the blades of the grasses And butterflies danced, like there was no tomorrow. I had a garden, small, but mine. Where the dew drops glistened in the first light of the dawn, As the wild flowers woke up to the songs of the birds. I had a garden, the one of my dreams, That knew how the moon called me by my name And how the summer zephyr messed with my hair, Making me giggle, like a carefree teenager, Blissfully unaware of the dark clouds,  c onspiring at the horizon.  And then came the storm, with a thundering roar The darkness engulfing every bit of light that I had held on to. The birds left, as their nests gave away... And the butterflies shuddered in pain and fear. The flowers held on to their petals for one last time,  And the beautiful green boughs tried to be brave Before losing themselves forever. And my garden was no longer my dreamland It was wrecked and shattered... Like the ruins th...

What else, do I look for, O Krishna, Now, that I have You within my heart. Like the naughty little thief, that You are... You tiptoed Your way into my life, Stealing away my heart When I was least aware. Too busy to care, Too immersed in my worldly affairs, I could never know... I could never tell...  And then, You smiled at me, Like the moon smiles at the exhausted night, Healing every crack and crevice of my soul That I had hidden carefully from myself. Your eyes were the monsoon clouds, to my parched soul Thirsty... Tired... Craving to be caressed... Drenching me with Your love. Flooding me in Your light, You took away all the darkness that I had held on to. Scaring my inner demons to their salvation, You made Your place within parts of me,  Where I had dared not even peek.  Like the naughty little thief that You are, You stole away whatever I had Sometimes, with that smile... Sometimes, with those eyes... Sometimes, with those antics, that only You manage to come up w...

  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...