Sunday, November 30, 2014

Drift Off

I dont have a cubicle. We, that is our team, sit in a cabin assigned to us. It is great for team building and coordinated work...especially in times of crisis, better known as "Production Issues" in the IT world!
I love corners and places that are a little secluded...preferably a window seat. And I have one! 
In the moments between work...I often look outside and let my mind drift off... A random chain of thoughts corner me...and my imagination leads me from one mental image to another...
The below is the result of one such "Drift Off"

A shadow in my day...
A light in my night.
A star in my sky...
Burning bright.
The smile on my face...
My beauty and my grace.
The rainbow after rain...
The touch that could wipe out all pain.

The leaves in the Fall...
The pretty Princess at the Ball.
The frozen lakes...
And all the Christmas cakes.
The wine and the cheer...
All the seasons I held dear.
One at a time... All was gone...
While I sat in the Spring singing my song.


Thursday, August 14, 2014

Music of the Soul

The notes struck the air...
Like a Song breathing Life...
The melody drifted through the damp night...
Along dark alleys and lanes...
And across the dark sky.
Beckoning the aching soul...
The music so divine.

I raced through the dark...
The music carried me...
The rhythm in my heart.
The moon followed.
The night was closing in on me...
Like high walls of a closed room.
And the music played still...within and without.

There you were...
Such beauty and such grace.
You moved with the flow of the rhythm that you played.
Such serenity...such peace...such warmth I felt...
You played.
And the music played in me...
A melody that could trap you or could even set you free.

Like a spark trapped in darkness escapes to light a fire...
We were held captive in a moment of lyrical ecstasy and desire.
The unspoken words lay scattered on the floor...
Notes floating...weaving into one another...
Like molten stars mould together.
The melody brought your voice to me,
And I realised...Music is the language we spoke.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Real Fairy


Let her sleep...she has been asleep for years now..for almost a century...
The grass grew...the trees grew taller..the creepers covered the cracks on the walls... all was still...frozen in time... she has been asleep for over a century now...let her sleep.
Why wake her from her peaceful slumber...when she can dream of a beautiful world...a garden full of roses and a sky full of stars...a world which knows nothing less than perfection... a world of bliss, a world of love.
Put to sleep by a Fairy...she is dreaming a dream years and years old. A fairy in a black cloak and a pointed hat on a broomstick.
She is Sleeping Beauty...let her sleep.

Monday, February 24, 2014

The journey: Highway

The lone bird seems to have finally found it's way through the darkness. It has found a way home. High above the hills...a small mud hut... warm hearth... and a place to call it's own.
The darkness has been dispersed by the first rays of the morning sun.

That is Highway!
The journey of a Princess who has forever been locked away in the highest tower of the Castle.
She had spent hours by her window. She would gaze with longing at the world outside. She could see the mountains rise high...watch the birds fly...see the streams flow...but never feel them. She could only imagine how it would be to be at one with nature. She had a dream...a hut atop a hill...a warm hearth...a place to call her own...a home. And then, she found it.

Her Prince did come and he did rescued her from the high tower. There was no horse. No shinning armour. No quality that she could see, judge and quantify. No hopes of a happily ever after.

Dragged away from the tower. Kidnapped. Terror was what she felt. The joy of freedom crept in much later. Beneath a star lit sky...the celestial diamonds glistened in her eyes. She realised her existence. Her life suddenly had more meaning.
She felt the joy that was there in her present state of captivity. She could run. She could go back and hide in the high tower, forever protected. But she felt a certain charm in the recklessness that freedom brought with it. She did not desire the security of the high tower. She was bewitched by the way life had unpredictably unfolded before her eyes. She was charmed by the dangers, they teased her. She welcomed the possibilities that life had to offer, they seemed to flirt with her.

A highway with cross-roads. Heart ruling over the mind. Reasons being overshadowed by longings and dreams.
The choices were made.

She loved the thrill. She was living out her dream. She did not desire the destination. Her longings were for the road...it was the journey of life...she craved the highway to never end. She did not want to stop. A little while longer...just a little bit more... and the road never ends...
Like a child, she was at play.

Dreams are not forever. The slumber has to end.
Choices are to be made.
Wakefulness is painful. The dream is so serene.

If we can dream, we can live it. We can run away from the high tower. We can be at peace.
We can feel the streams rushing down the mountains...feel the cool breeze...
We can touch the green grass...feel the dew drops on them...
We can be who we want to be.
We can be fearless. We are all we have for ourselves. We have nothing to lose.
It takes courage.

The highway is to be traveled till we reach ourselves. Till we learn to Live.

A beautiful painting by Imtiaz Ali. No beauty is flawless, as the moon can never be without its craters...
A poetry in motion...a musical journey through the hills, rivers and planes of Life...
The Highway is a modern day Fairytale of sorts.

Monday, February 17, 2014

The Bride's Song


Beads woven together...gold, silver and rhine...
Sparkling in their own bright hue...
The heart is in the Heaven of Delight.

The wind plays a glorious song...
A song of love and faith...
The birds follow the melody and the sound echoes through the vale.


The flowers bloom their prettiest best...
And the bees are all in their prime...
And the eyes all follow the prettiest one as the bride walks down the aisle.


A thousand dreams...and hundred thoughts...

Fear and joy, they merge...
A tear escapes the mother's eyes as she remembers her little one.

All the years of games and play...
Of petty things and fights...
And how she dreamt of the handsome prince, who on her doorstep would alight.

The day has come...and she is trembling, head to toe...
She awaits her prince at the alter today...eyes fixed on the floor...
She counts his footsteps as he makes his way to her...
18 it had to be...neither near, nor too far.

She awaits the man of her dreams...the prince who came from afar...
The dreams she has seen shall soon be true...her heart keeps telling her.
The vows will be spoken...the bonds will be forged...
Two hearts will become one...as she had always longed.

The birds sing outside...
The sunshine spreads itself over the blossoming yard.
She will soon walk though this pretty path
And then her life shall really start.

She knows not how her life will be...
She dreams of all that is good.
She knows not what awaits her outside...
She hopes he will be there for her...just as at the alter now they stood.

The veil is lifted...and she embraces her Life.

Beads woven together...gold, silver and rhine...
Sparkling in their own bright hue...
Her heart is in the Heaven of Delight.

Silence Knocked on My Door

I pulled the blinds open...ever so slightly...
There you were...
The moment I'd heard the knock, I knew it was you.

It was snowing outside...it had been snowing since the night before...
someone had cleared the road though...
The beautiful glowing moonlight danced on the wet street outside...
and I stood there looking at you through the blinds...prettier than the moonlight,
you were here...outside my door.
I had it all planned...
It was going to be our best evening together...
I had the table ready...
candles...flowers...dinner...music...
yes, just the way you could have ever wanted our evening together to be.
It was my love for you...
perhaps I was desparate to make you happy...
or maybe all I wanted was to be with you forever...your hand in mine...our fingers intertwined...
or...perhaps...it was because...I just wanted you back.

The candles had melted away into darkness...
The flowers lay wilted on the floor...
The dinner, long forgotten, lay somewhere, cold...
Yet...the music still played...
It played from somewhere far...
I could hear our laughter...could feel the warmth of your touch...

I stood there by the window...blinds pulled open ever so slightly...
The moon was brilliant tonight...
The pitch black night was silent outside...
And Silence had knocked on my door.

Clockwork

To be able to reach out. To want to know. Somewhere lost in the crowd. Alone and scared. Looking for a way to make it seem worth the whil...