I am but a meek candle light Sleeping invisibly Cradled deep within The shiny brass candle stand Upon the wooden mantelpiece Right in the centre Of the decorative room Almost like a firm fulcrum To the entire universe. I am like A quiet observer Sitting bored through my day And often mischievously alive by night,
She travels once again Like a seasoned time traveler Across deep seas and golden dunes In a fearless search Of some passionate work And a ‘perfect’ love. And here she seeks, Continuously, In carefree abandon Like an adorable princess In a distant kingdom An ever charming source of completeness. And in all the graceful flow
When I am half awake In drowsy sleepiness By my glass pane I see nothing but brown autumn leaves Sing freely A million lullabies In an ever rustling chorus Of crystal happiness, I see you. And the heavenly droplets In dew drops like cherry berries, Hanging from every tree Start dancing A timeless waltz Of
It is so quiet in the inside In the stillness of the mid night hour I hear nothing but myself In the emptiness of time and drowsily I see faintly, A singular streak of Silver moonshine Play silently upon the Somber pleated curtains Aimlessly, incoherently, Around Dark shades of dark darkness. But there is no
Where are you now My friend Oblivious to all the noise Around your boisterous life Tucked quietly In your study Spying the Miniaturist In a spurious eastern court ? Where are you now My friend Withering in pain Holding onto nothing much While the young physio Plays merrily with your broken wrist With undue attention
There seems a quiet calm Around the departure lounge As everyone is snugly settled In their own little spaces Waiting for the final goodbye Across frosted glass panels And large spaces of empty air All Contended with their final buy, of Chocolate dates, Strawberry perfumes, And blueberry malts Bought off the discount shelfs In a
