Where have the butterflies gone?

December '2014

Where have the butterflies gone?

They have flown into another dimension
    where the birds won't eat their eggs..

They are in hiding
    waiting to spring up all together
        and startle me..

They are planning a surprise party
    under the hedges
        for it's the moth's second birthday..

They are meditating
    to learn to levitate
        as flying is to hard..

let’s fly back home

30th December '13

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

there’s dust on the frames

there’s dust on the sill

there’s a thick layer lying still

let me get the rags…………

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

the bed is soft and crinkly too

just the way I like

the window opens to the branches green 

the sounds, the chirps await

the swing is empty so I’ll get the book

and a cuppa to warm…….

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

mixed feelings flood as I fly back home

there’s doom, there’s love, there’s happiness

mixed thoughts are muddled in the head

joy, fatigue and “I dunnos”

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

let’s fly back home, it’s been a while

let’s fly back home

On my way

21st June '13

I’m stuck around the corner

so stuck I cannot move

a wedge is there

sharp and pointed and hurting

I’ll wear a gown of feathers blue and fly to you

all the soothing soothe

in the brooding mood

down down down

underwater

I’ll wrap a saree of scales green and swim to you

let the wind blow

let the storms wail

I’ll journey still

godspeed

I”ll grow a cloak of mane chestnut-brown and gallop to you with wind in my hair 

Lost Kite

31st May '13

Just feel so lost somedays

Like I belong nowhere

Not even to myself

Like I’m a drifting kite

With cut strings

Trying to merge myself

Match my colour

To the terrains

I drift over

When the wind doesn’t blow

I seek a cote in corners

On treetops,

And tangles of the city wires

I get wet in rain

I get torn

I get patches of dirt

I’m a drifter

Of the sky

I’m a piece of paper

From the tree

I’m a wanderer

Who got lost

And then died.

McCleodganj

May '2013

Looking for myself in the hills
in little cafes, colourful bazaars
and in the wind that tousled my hair.

Found a glimpse in the prayer wheels
a little reflection in the topaze of a pendant.

The prayer flags fluttered in the wind
told me I was everywhere that I smiled.

Really!
how to be complete?
  maybe I'll never be complete..
  maybe we'll never be complete..
    it's a loss we'll just have to bear..
how to bear the loss?
   it's too much a burden..
   we have to let it drop..
But how?

Reflection

June '12

dry pastels, ink

oil

texture, oil, ink

ink, glass colours

Clinical

13th Aug '10

Going going gone

Whatever remains, lie to it

And push that also away.

In the end it’s just me and me

Me with me.

Just me.

An air bubble floats still.

God know how it survived.

Will someone burst the bubble?

It makes me look back.

Faint thin black lines the nail beneath.

It’s dirt beneath my wings.

How can I fly?

In 2 3 4, out 2 3 4,

Breathe

Breathe

The end is not here still.

2 minute blogpost

19th March 2010

I decided to write today, for my blog. Thought I’ll post something…don’t need a huge gap. So I’ll write whatever I can in 2 minutes. And here I am.

Here I am. This is me. Lalalala lala la la la la..

It’s weird getting home after a long gap.

It’s fun meeting someone after a long gap.

It’s a long gap that makes a bridge.

It’s a long gap that makes a hero.

Time flies without wings with a ticktock band.

Pigs can’t fly, then how the swine flu? (kaheen se maara hai shayad)