I painted a house in red

On my yellow feature wall.

“No, I am safe,”

I call out to my family.

“Worry not, I am fine,”

I speak again to the concerned voices.

“Red, is unconditional love

Symbolic of a binding Christmas;”

I look for togetherness

In a warm or cold home;

“Wish every day of love

In every life filled in happiness.”

The fairly lights in the neighbourhood bright,

I see angels everywhere.

I look again

Where the chorus echoed.

Into the darkness at midnight

Wishing New Year of hope.

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 of temple bells,

set to chorus;

          Her anklets,

            Tinkling softly;

                Lover’s whisper…

     Heart traced,

Soul claimed;

Her belief, her way.

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For Her

She and I didn’t share the same nature of job.

I’ve known her but for some time now.

She and I never spoke anything

Except exchanged “Thank you”  

For the cup of tea she served me at work.

Today, unlike other days

She and I got into the lift together and were alone.

I smiled and fiddled with my phone

And she searched in her bag for chocolates

“You know, I work for myself and my past is not painful.”

“Happy Women’s Day, madam.”

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On That Day


I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

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Dancer in ecstasy


Sand dunes infinite


Stumbled not once.

Heart and soul meet

In the boundless

When the sun sets to a moon rise.

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Miles and miles lay the road
And either side the stretch of land;
Cloudy sky raced along endlessly.

            Sheep and horses graced oblivious while
            The motorists aware of speed limits monitored;
             Little baby slept peacefully.

                       The hills and valley watched distantly
                      And  different time zones mattered not much;
                       Grass grazed the wilderness.
                                 But the Universe heard the same song
                                 Every soul rendered in the hours of strange unions
                                 Loving their existence in the distinct frames of life.

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Deep Down


The song I hear deep down

The one I wish to sing;

The tune played all along while

The lyrics framed pictures around.

And then I see myself singing

Blissfully and knowingly;

Through a truly happy inner voice

The song I hear deep down.