BE AN ANGEL TONIGHT

When  darkness takes over

When the noises in your head grow so loud
The night sky hears your scream
Chasing your dreams

You are,  not your broken wings
Stars,  rain, and lightning
Come close tonight
As they break open the sunshine

Magic,  they say,
Alas! What else is left to thee
While your soul breathes
The one last time, be an angel tonight

The Lost Garden

Come not to my garden

Where flowers are left to wither

Where birds hesitate to fall in love

Come not to my garden

The naked land carries no perfume of new-mown grass

No sight of children playing

Not even the shadows of my grave

Come to the kingdom of heaven

The deep blue sky wide open

A beam of sunlight piercing through the clouds

A whistling sound echoing in the empty silence

Come to the kingdom of heaven

To a world distinct from fantasy

With no life

With no death

Only a journey towards infinity

Time

Sometimes time is delusive

Sometimes time disturbs the space I need

To go beyond it

To go far away from it

Is unlikely

If only time could heal

If only time could save me for future

If only time liberates from the shadows of grieving past

The sunrise

The sunset

The soft sleek hair turning grey

Then with time I shall change

With time, everything will change

With time.

Stars Shine Down

Stars shine down gracefully
Pouring their sparkles of your dreams
Reach up to the sky, Count them all

They are not mere and they are not far

The Deep Blue Ocean

Image courtesy: Nilufer Demir/Reuters

In the midst of deep blue ocean

Wind, waves, warmth
Curled me
Embraced me
My hands slipped away from you
I did not let go
I clasped your hands once again
It was not your fault
I cannot blame it on nature
No more school, no more friends, no more life

All wars, pain and death

I stood there watching them embrace and carry me 

Just like an ocean

They wept

So did I

I thought I was going to come back alive

But I am now safe

I am in a better place

No more school, no more friends, no more life

All wars,  pain and death

The Man who held the Flute

I wandered alone in the vast muddy beach

A beautiful sound of music tend to reach

I waited to see who it was

A man of wisdom and enlightenment of some sort

Bewildered I looked of his sudden presence

Eyes so blue and innocent

His wooden bamboo flute held closer to his lips

He began playing the divine song of God

My heart dancing to his beats, called out his name

“Krishna...Krishna... Krishna”