Shades

The temple bells announce the morn

I lie awake through the night

Out of darkness the light is born

I behold the blessed sight

Orange and red, yellow and white

After the grey, blue and black

The presence and the absence of light

An open door, a seething crack

Unread people unread books

Scattered in chaos

In sleepy mirror the stranger looks

Empty worlds across

Peep into the darkness

But take a candle along

Bring a prayer to bless me

Sing a little song

Love with all my white

Hate with all my green

Dancing with wrong and right

Flirting with selfless and mean

I told her I have tied me up

She pulled out the same card

Sipping  bitterness from a cup

Wondering if I was scarred

Closing my eyes to numbness mauve

I questioned my musing shades

We agreed we both love Anton Chekhov

A curious content invades

We thought and spoke and cried

In Californication and Hodo

Like two tramps in the middle of happy nowhere

Smiling while waiting for Godot.

About you...

As the sun sketched her golden silhouette
Admiring himself in her eyes
Still she stood in the sleepy halls
Like a sage a thousand year wise
She walked in firm yet gentle steps
And spoke in the happy lark's voice
Tall and fair in the lights of thought
In tales of old pens rejoice
A warmer shade air she breathed
A quieter shade of life
A happier state of bliss she felt
In the realms of her conquered strife
They said she stood apart
They said she stood alone
He came and took her hand
And chasing demons were gone
She walked a path unread
She beheld a hue unseen
She held a hope untouched
She was what had never been
Her smile leapt from her heart to her lips
She dissolved her fears in iron of her blood
Her words could balm all unforgiving hurts
She stands unwavering in the mightiest flood
In solitude she sits amidst an uncaring crowd
Answering the questions of her pondering soul
Wipes from her eye a speck of dust
And a willing tear carries it away
If you sit with her for a while
She will talk to your heart and not to your mind
And when you walk with her for a mile
Your once better self she will gently rewind
In men's young language I may call her my friend
But my silent spirit will find a song
One that no words can begin or end
And let you how close you belong.
:)
Very happily and lovingly dedicated to Aishwarya...
I don't think I am capable of telling the world what i really feel
my capacities in words are limited, but i hope you will like it...:) love you..