untrodden lines

Did I hear you laugh in the corner? Was it me? Did you just laugh at me?
Your sudden laughter that died abruptly as I tried to make a quick exit, and am not sure if I heard you laugh. But something in the dark whispered your presence, for you were always there. I knew you were there, waiting and watching my shadow now slowly vanishing in your silence. I’m fading into you, stumbling down the road yet again…leaving behind trails of untrodden lines that we once tried to walk, with smiles on our face fresh and beaming with empty words… sweet dew drops filled the empty words…



Rustling through the sands of time, I drew a quiet long blank space … It’s been quite a while now… I do remember how it began. It was on a cold and dark winter’s night. There was a loud bang and silence fell… I drew the curtain. And, the morning came. The sun came shining through the cracks in the wall and the rays sparkled through the green trees… But I don’t quite remember it all.

Deep Down

Good old long ago
high on the mountains
of sweet misty dreams
with the winds on our side
I wrote our story
in the back of my mind
and Lord, forgive me
I forgot to erase it
day after day
night after night
year after year
we kept coming back
for a little bit more
to the mountain high
and, the story continued
but when the dark moon fell
and the storm came
I dug a hole in my heart
and buried our story deep down
of good old long ago

Sweetly whirling

It’s that time of the year again, time when thoughts of you flutter in circle like a windmill spinning endlessly on a wide empty space out there in the wild. You, because you are floating, sometimes sweetly whirling in that empty grey space in my chestnut brown head. My mind overflowing with unspoken words, silent memories mysteriously rippling… The summer breeze sweeps through the day into autumn, slowing leaving behind trails of unfinished winter moments of blue, brown and yellow. And I thought I heard you laugh amid the sound of silence getting louder as the evening light rushes into the dark of the day… Once again, I’m looking out at the beautiful starlit night and the neon lights shining down below against the moonshine…

River of Dreams

Sweet little moments

dipped in fine honey

and old cherry wine

by the river of dreams

sparkling little summer

soaked In faded shades

of spiraling smoky tales

and echoes of long ago

drenched and dripping

crimson and blue

in the first monsoon rain,

Sweet broken sparkles

flood the river of dreams

now, gushing free

into the unknown

Steal the rain

Come, hurry down.
The wind up there is cold, and the sky’s too dark.
The light down here is soft and easy.
Sit here for a while and listen to the pouring rain.
Feel the eerie wind, so gentle on the mind.
Soak up the drizzle before it flows away beneath and down below.
Blow some raindrops and make a wish in a puddle. There are many puddles.
Listen to the howling wind that still our souls.
Steal all of the moment and dream away.