Tilted Rays

1st August '2015

I see the rays falling in straight tilted lines
I see them through closed eyelids
They fall right
They fall left
But none on me.

A strong ray that percolates in seems to lose its sheen
As soon as it touches me
Why don't I get the grace?

Am I not grateful?
Maybe not.
But is it intentional?
Definitely not!

Please fall on me rays.
I need you

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 

On a swing in the dark with a glass of wine

Seated on suspended ropes
I hang mid air
Swinging in all directions
Not touching
But too close to the ground

Drops drops everywhere
White glistening sparkling ones
They drench my dress
Oh the stench
Such a scent

The silent shadow holds the ropes
The swinging continues
It's a play of light
Not real
It looms anyway
Raising hope

Shadow's waiting
Seated away
There but not there yet

Swinging continues
Up up up in the air

where's my Julia?

17th October '10

Since when have I started to do with yellow light?

I’m a white light person.

But still my light bothers me now.

Maybe I need darkness, to see light.

Switch off.

Some moments were all I was creating

Before time flew the dust away

But the moments flew away

Even before the wind arrived.

Can’t stop time

Can’t even stop myself from trying to stop it

Now the trying is stopped

And that hurts even more.

Need to rekindle the spirit

Where’s my ‘Julia’ flame for me?

Or do I need to wait till 30 too?