I built pillow tents with you,
But you vamoosed without me.
Oh, the rhymes we’ve sung, the drawings we’ve done
how could you flee?
I want to run away from my responsibilities again,
Go back to that park, then come back to take a nap
Oh, Peter Pan knew it already,
That growing up was a trap.
Harshita
Broken shards of glass
Poke at the shattered remains
Of her vivid fantasies
The piercing sharpness of reality
Draws blood from her delicate skin
So she builds on herself layers
In the likeness of a Russian doll,
Matryoshka, she became hidden
Her core securely protected
By a fortress of countless walls
As time runs its inevitable course
Even fortresses crumble and erode
Demolished slowly, her meticulous craft
Began its lingering tumultuous tumble
Oh, babushka
My sweet old lady
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Varna
In the journey of life,
many people come and go…
Some Friends some Foes.
Give your Foe a thousand chances
to become your Friend
but don’t give your Friend
even one chance
to become your Foe.
Sanyami
Wisps of sandalwood smokes
Whispers of the soul sing
Shreds of its powdery scent
Float around the room,
Engulfing it with the lingers
Of a cozy hindu altar
Incense sticks sit perched
On a clay holder
Its body is etched with cursive designs
Orange marigolds fall next to it
As palms are pressed together before it
Eyes shut as prayers are murmured.
Varna
I’ve written about Love a little too many times
But you must have asked,
“Don’t you get tired of writing and talking about it?
Why is love so overrated?
Why do writers dream of fairy tales
when all they describe it as painful?”
And my answer to you is, no.
Because love is the very fibre of humanity;
Love breathes, and love lives.
Love is happiness and sacrifice, all at once.
Love is a choice and a necessity, all at once.
Love is beautiful and messy, all at once.
Love is fire and ice, all at once.
No, Love is not overrated.
How can it be overrated when it is the one emotion that binds every important person to you?
Love is what keeps you, me and every one of us hoping:
Hoping for the ability to forgive
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
Hoping for a happier life,
Hoping for a perfect partner,
Hoping for a peaceful world.
No, I do not get tired of falling in Love.
Because I don’t think Love is what I am tired of;
Heartbreaks are what I am tired of.
Love doesn’t hurt you,
Lies, betrayals, and cheating does.
A.D.
