Some things shall always remain the same…

There were dreams and there still are- some broken, some still to come true and some impossible ones that have seen the light of the day. It’s amazing really-how we wait for things which shall never come; days that are ornamented with the blossoms of youth in the mind’s expansive universe; how days that are and will be are still lightened by the shadows of yesterday. New seeds of hope are sown everyday no matter how crushed they get. The baffling world travels on and so do I. Like the moon that ceaselessly shines every night , like the breeze that forever blows and the flowers that forever blossom, we all will continue to live on..always with old dreams and new hopes that everyday like the sun shines, we shall continue to live on. Centuries have passed. People come and go. Yet the world is same as ever. It’s really good to know that some things never change. When everything that was shall never again be, when everything that you love, change; it’s the only thing that gets us going, knowing that some things shall always remain the same.

Once in a while....

Miles and miles away

Somewhere lay, a half trodden path

Where a fresh breath of air lingers still

Miles it travel, the fragrance

And perfumes the senses

 once in a while.

Airplanes

Up she goes into the sky so high

Floating mid air, the world below passes by.

Foams of white clouds the vision-

A moment of majesty beyond a reason.

As a bird she flies

 Like a seagull soars

And touches the skies.

Enters she

Into a child’s fantasy

Castles made of white

Here’s a bunny

And there, shapes so funny

Breaks she into a laughter light.

Travels thus she, into far off lands

Stretched over rivers and lakes

and with the dawn, every morn

Into a land of dreams she awakes.

LONGING

(Published in Mahishamardini year 2012, the annual magazine of the G.U Campus' Puja Commitee)

 How much this heart desires

To tread the lanes

Of the place I call home.

Like a feather I fly

And with the wind I go

Crossing the meadow

 And the field

And the river and the hill,

The face of this unknown land I leave.

 And from the distance I see

The familiar roads

The houses and the boats

And hear the singing of the breeze.

Brings it in the sound

Of laughter and joy abound

Of days that with golden are crowned.

Never have I ever wanted

Never have wished for a prayer

To be so granted

To rush to the bosom

Of my world, my home

When far away in this solitary land

My heart silently roams.