The Misty Forests and the Holy Tweet

The misty forests say the story

The tweet of the holy bird brings the magic alive

The saintly sight of the skies ditches the vision

To bring to life –the sight of a lifetime

My Eyes know your story

They know you ditch me for a reason

To paint a new sunrise that shines beyond the hives of the colourful leaves

The leaves were restless for the shore to move away

They come alive to touch the heart of the careless sea

The sea that brings me your memory

Is longing to take the sweetness of the glory away

You may feel the misty forests would see my cry

Little did you know that I was here, to relive the aura of a joy

From where I learnt to pick rustic senses of happiness,

You come to beget a new soul in my soul

My soul would always count for the sun to stay alive

For today again – the misty forests say the story

And, the tweet of the holy bird brings the magic alive.......

The Rain Drops Are Few.....

The rain drops are few,

But they live the dew

The air is melting behind the curtains

The magnetic whiff is bringing back your memories in my veins

The subtle aura is your love; your hand is just a little away

The rain makes us want to reach each other

The snow walks in between, almost from nowhere

Asking us –“Do you recognise one another?”

We stand scared, almost knowing the answer

Your gaze begins to tell me your story

My gaze learns to pretend after the epic

Your love is left moist on your hand

Our hands do all the talking from a distance

They lung out in rebellion – Can’t we be together?

The mantle looks too heavy today

With the weight of their question

Seeking the love and its answers

Will never let the search halt

The search is a lifelong seeker

It never will pray for the sea to part with its salt

The Sea marvels at the love we share

It remembers the Rain drops as they sweep the shore – What a view!

The air starts melting again today,

Yes the rain drops are few, they love the dew

Lord's Abode - The Hills

The lane is a lonely stretch
If only you knew the light walks with you
The lush, green forests make you feel lost
If only you knew you find only when you knew you lost

This valley is for finding, you find when you become ready to lose
To surrender is to know you never give up ever
This knowing can last for a lifetime, or it can evade you this moment onwards
As you walk along, you realise something holds you.....

The faith and the recognition hold you tight
This thread of faith is a rope, you realise
As you look up – you feel the clouds walking
You pass the range, as you follow the clouds

The clouds bring you back on earth
When you spot the boundary the edges of a range make up
You realise the realisation of a lifetime
You can see now – its the side profile of the Buddha

The sight of the lord humbles you
It leaves you pristine and moved
You always knew the hills loved the Gods
You see it today...And you feel the love

You come back on your lane
Feeling a world of a difference
The path is no longer a lonely aisle
You smile, as you feel grace walking besides you...into the woods......

Magic of the Western Ghats

The mist on the range is sniffing with the glory
Glory that brings to life the joyful buds
The Western Ghats look more glad than they ever did
As if they swing with the pride of the emperor

The emperor is known to be sitting in the arena of the west
The arena of the grand lord, known since eternity for his magic
A magic that pulls us, akin to a magnet pulling the metal
As we drive through the magical ranges, we feel dwarfed

Feeling dwarfed means feeling big
A sudden rush of grace sweeps us
The aura of the still ranges makes us swell
When you stand quiet, you stand tall

As the drive thickens, the ranges get more candid
They start talking to us a little more
The virgin innocence of the city captures us awestruck
The hustle bustle of the land is way off

I close my eyes as the sun begins to recede at dusk
Telling me, almost – a story went well told
It awakens a sense of relief
As I look forward to tomorrow’s sunrise atop the ghats

The Onset of the Blessed Season

My eyes started betraying me,
My soul felt like ditching me this season
My spirit came sprinting to my rescue
Told me – Learn to smile without a reason!

The bells seem rusted, no one knows why
Did you know the bells wanted to tinkle,
They asked me – Can we dance in your happiness today?
They wish to see me drowned in a smile, not a wrinkle

My life wishes for one smile from me,
My world is waiting for me to touch the flute of glory
My hands are reaching out to the field of blessings
My hands are itching to script my own divine story

The sun’s rays are remindful of the love it emits
The peacocks bring to life their glorious past
The shine in everyone’s eyes is not to be mistaken
The shimmer they’ll leave behind is for ever going to last!

Our Love is Immortal

Your every gesture would give it away
Your every look could melt out your story
Your every step forward could tell me you wanted to stop
Your every word could show your love for silence

This is a milestone in our lifetimes,
Our love was always eternal
Today, when you tell me just that
I can’t manage more than a smile

The sense of knowing you
Has been carrying for lifecycles
The knowledge of your eyes
Almost feels immortal

This lifetime knows the love
It has always known you
It ain’t a shadow
I know you walk beside me

There are no regrets for what lies ahead
Your turning midway will not leave me blue
Each time you see a beautiful dream, remember me
For I pray – may all your dreams come true!

Silence on a Moonless Night

When Dried Marigold flowers
started sniffing of Saffron,
I realised – the magic had worked!
your presence had knocked on my door

Like the water pleads for moonlight
on a moonless night,
You had heard my callout
You came flying, to yield to my plight

Your feathers were so soft
they made me like the roughness
You smiled, said – “Nothing is rough”
It’s the hand that touches, decides


Roughness of the heart
Can never stay for long,
Your one cruel word
cannot kill my heart’s song

Every sheet of linen screams for some color
Maybe yellow, maybe green
But It never asks for a color unknown
It only asks for a blessing, that remains unseen


Love needs no proof
Neither does it need crying hoarse.
It means nothing to let go of love,
It builds a castle of faith even after the departure

If you ever get to meet me again,
Know that moonless nights also shine
You might not be there,
Your silence will be the wordless divine!