~Rantings of a Wandering Mind~

  The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, My beloved, From the far off lands, behind the mountains… Where the clouds reign. Where the snow glitters in the lights from the cosmos… And crystal-clear streams dance in ecstasy over rocks and pebbles Creating silver ripples and foamy castles In her journey, to meet her ocean.   The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, my beloved, In the lonely nights, as I lay awake… Thinking of how far you are, from these tired eyes of mine That hide you carefully, behind their lids, within their dreams… Like some Queen’s stolen treasure, that is not meant to be found. Like a vintage painting, with colours spilled over the canvas like a beautiful mess Holding a meaning, best known to me. Like a beautiful mystery….unknown…unfathomed…unsolved.   The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, my beloved, When the moon peeks through my window Shining upon my face… Bringing back your stories, from the lands wh

  My demons dance at the periphery of my existance… Threatening to invade and wreck havoc on my soul With their meaningless cacophony.   They try to haunt me every night With the nightmares they weave out of their   dark whispers, As the clock strikes three. I lay awake, as they laugh at my helplessness That sometimes makes me feel sick… Of myself. Of my Life. Of the world around me.   They try to poke at my scars, That I had always worn with pride. That I had always adored. Drinking from the dark tarry blood that oozes, drop by drop, They try to exsanguinate me into a living dead.   Plotting evil schemes, to make me hate myself To question my very identity. They try to pull me into a vicious whirlwind of darkness From where there is no return.   Residing within me in the darkest of my depths Left unchartered, unfathomed, undiscovered… Where no light ever enters Where no music has ever tried to break the everlasting errie silence

  Before I bid you adieu, O summer, Let me soak in the last few strands of your warmth. Before the grey takes over your sky… All roaring and rumbling, Drenching my streets and alleys with monsoon downpours Let me drench in your crisp blue… Wide…vast….mysterious…like the Universe it hides beyond. Let your salty winds touch my face for one last time, Before the green petrichor fills my soul. Before it is time for you to leave Let me be immersed in your last beautiful evening… When the sun sets, playing with a myriad of colours. When the cuckoo sings, filling every little void with her songs. When the birds play in my water garden, before heading for home. When the trees sway in relief…casting long dark shadows of their dark greeneries. Let me take in the fragrance of the Arabian jasmines, Blooming like stars, so near to the Earth, As the curtains of my windows flutter in ecstasy Dancing to the rhythm of your southern zephyr. Let me live another warm,

  “But, we are so different…” “How??” “Can’t you see!!...I am the mountain….strong, firm…rooted deep within the Earth. And you are the cloud….fragile, free….with the wind beneath your wings, you live high in the sky..” “Yes, you are the mountain, and I am the cloud….and the pristine white snow that rests all over your body, makes you as white as every little bit of my existence…and during every dawn and every dusk, the same sun makes us both glow in hues of red and orange and purple, and the same moon and the same stars play hide and seek with us. You hold up your head to the same sky where I live, and I am born from the Earth that roots you.” “The Earth roots me, cloud…and you…you are a free bird…free to roam around…to visit places that I can’t even think of. You are a wanderer, and living my life won’t make you happy…and you will lose yourself…you just can’t stay with me…why don’t you understand!!” “A wanderer having her home….isn’t that beautiful??...having a home to come

Little do you know, my Love, Little do you understand… But now that we are miles apart Tu me manques….   I’ve left my heart at your place And I know, That she is blissfully beating for you… Fluttering like a butterfly lost in a maze of flowers, Ecstatic…. Wild…. Fearless, of what is yet to come. Happily losing herself within the depths of your eyes From where there is no return.   Breaking through all the shackles that I try to impose Tearing away the reigns that hold her back She somehow finds her way To whom she now belongs…. To the familiar streets, once crossed hand in hand. To the dried petals of the roses, that still carry the fragrance of your love... carefully hidden between the pages of my diary. To the crimson sunsets and summer breeze, by the side of some far away lake. To incessant laughters and some cups of cappuccino, left to oblivion... And those evenings under the starlit sky, spent in utter carefreeness.   She is no l

  I looked back at the cage where I had once lived  Its gate, still open, welcoming me back in. Its bars, made of pure gold Glistened in the evening sun. The vines around it bloomed with wild flowers, And...their fragrance seemed irresistible. The cage, that still swings with the winds, was my world..... .............and I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back to where I knew I'ld be safe, To the world, that I was used to. To the world, where I had not had a single worry. This newly gained freedom seemed scary And I was scared to learn to fly. I was scared to venture into the unknown. I knew that the future awaited me.. A beautiful future...amidst the blue skies and green boughs... In a world, where I had always craved to live... The life, that was my dream.....till I got caged. And this life seemed scary. The flight outside seemed exhausting. I knew I had to learn my all lessons afresh.. Those, long forgotten...long left behind.. And suddenly, I wasn't sure, if I really wante

  Dear February, Well, now that you are finally here, I couldn’t help but write out to you…and then, why not??? You have always been my favourite month since childhood. Is it just because you are my birthday month???...No. It’s way more than that. Since my early childhood days, I used to eagerly wait for you to come back soon every year on the 28 th of February…and trust me when I say this, but leap years make me extra happy even today…because, it gives me one extra day to spend with you. Why, February?? The funniest part is….just like you, even I don’t have the answers. May be…..its just your sunny sky that marks the end of the foggy days…or your warm cozy winds, that carry the scent of the salty blue ocean waters, creeping through the curtains of the southward windows that were long craving to flutter in happiness, melting in your arms after all these long cold lonely nights. May be….its all about how beautifully you call out to the spring in melodies known only to the birds…i