Our Silent Love

From sunken shadows, from rafty waters

Emerged a silent love, one that makes the sweetest sound

Of melodies and rhythms that our wandering hearts yearn for,

Let’s make it come back to us, let’s come around

The happy circle of life is clasping for our hands

The long road less travelled,

Talks about the lonely distances we have been through

When today we make our bonds click

The touch of your hand is akin life meeting eternity,

To saddle our hearts on this touch is the joy,

A burden that we both enjoy – we come home at the soul

The souls are asking for a little attention

The eyes seek attention, make a holy church somewhere

When they meet, they feel like two church bells that collide

Their collision brings to life their romance

Our eyes bow down to this silent love

Of tattered looks that stand lovelorn today

Let my hand be in yours forever,

If there comes a time to lend voice to our silence

Come and hug this heart, not leaving it ever

The Melting Ice and the Mermaid

When thorns melt with the heat of the melting ice,

The fire makes itself seen , the ignition took a few baby steps

Only to caste a sheen, that makes the reticent nights go bright and nice

The air was casting a smouldering signal- the change was round the corner

The chainging wave is going to catch us all

It refuses to let go of the spade, the shovel will work the crawl on us

Are you aware – it is a mirage of the indifference?

The light of the fury will bring in our lap, the glorious sunrise

The sunrise is my best friend,

It will come dancing in your lap, to befriend you forever

The shining glory that glimpses out of my shadow

Also yearns for your solemn tears of gratitude

My sorrow became my dose of grace,

My longing found way into the cave of your heart

The ignition was alive, as the graceful aura travelled between our souls

The fire is lit; today, your path is set

No creation fights with the path of destiny

Only angels come rushing to our aid

You are rescued by his golden wave  of kindness

The melting ice will become – your angelic, lovely mermaid!

When something emerges...

My miracles peel their story,

They sing along with the humming bird

The sound that makes the cups tinkle, let alone a melody of the soul

My soul fears not anything today – the waters make their splash heard

The loving, gigantic water appeal

Almost, feeling the banter of our souls

They edge me, they push me – Go! Find your way to your home

I wonder – where have I lived all these years? What is my final goal?

We live and weave our lives in these goals

They live for a legacy, waiting to be told

My heart runs and ditches the race

It wants to linger own – in valley that we behold

My ribbon moulds its life in air

It smiles, it sings

Like a mood that feels different today

It makes us stand aloft – but Do I deserve these wings??

Could the flight have an identify

Without the mighty peak

We all know when our times come,

When suddenly , strength emerges out of the weak

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