Let's bury it...!!!

It's a long lost story...
A forgotten tale
of love
awakening inside
an old nagging pain..
pain of longing
pain of yearning
It kills me.
You came like a fresh breath of summer rain
touched me
thrilled me
hugged me
kissed me....
but now it's time to bury
your false promises
your fake dreams and
your subtle betrayal...

Bury...bury....bury deep
No sunshine here can ever peep.

ADIEU MY LOVE.

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

Fran-gi-pa-ni…a strange,exotic set of syllables for something

That is so ‘everyday’ in my memory. Perhaps that’s why the

Name….Frangipanimoments…the trees with their abandon

Of white flowers touched gently with gold sets up mood to

Remember days that live in me. Oh yes! Not to forget its

Exquisite smell of faraway. A fragrance that is invariably

Associated with the coming of spring.

Writing has been therapeutic for me…bringing to rest the

Darkest in me..the written recitative of words has a healing

Touch. For the mind has to go on working , moving ahead

With times..for the broken heart never heals .

A Splash of Rain

The sudden spell of  January rain took the dwellers in

the East by surprise.Yes, to many, it has a sorcerer's 

touch,conjuring

                       passion (among lovers),

                                    conviviality(among friends) and

jocularity amidst the little ones.I, sat alone with the rains

splashing my face...sat with my bunch of pensive days.

The misty spray fails to bring back joie de vivre. They seem

to have died on an autumn night. The drops now sting my naked 

arms and face. 

So,sitting alone with the misty spray splashing my face....I

pray for the clouds to drift to those shingly shores. For 

there dwells a soul, some kilometres away from the sea, who still
rejoices the descending silver threads.