Vision

I had a vision,

vision of a friend, a companion.

He who holds my hand,

and guides me through the winding lanes of life.

He who chides me,

chides me for my follies.

He who listens to me,

listens patiently to all I have to say.

He who cares for me,

cares like I'm his child.

He who owns me,

owns me with all his love.

He who treasures me,

treasures me like I'm his rare gift.

He who ignores me,

ignores me like I'm his own self.

He who is himself,

like he is with no one else.

All this and so much more,

I found in you dear stranger.

Stranger when you walked into my life,

like an alien out from my dreams.

Slowly the alien evolved,

evolved to become the reality of my vision.

Now you are my habit,

a habit I can't shirk off.

Now I'm your secret,

a secret you wouldn't share.

Now you are my self,

a self that reflects me.

Now I'm your shield,

a shield as good as your skin.

Stay my angel dear,

forever with me this way,

Heaven is near,

if you guide me all this way.

Lifeline...

The waves seem restless as they splash around,

the warm evening with a mild breeze,

children enjoying a game of football,

passers-by taking a walk along the shore,

and oblivious amongst all this,

as we are lost in our own world,

your words of wisdom enthrall me,

your talk so confident,

your attitude inspiring,

how you speak so wisely,

would you be my father,

or would you be my brother,

or would you be my mentor,

or better still would you be my life partner...

Sleepy Blessing!!

One by one inert they become,

the lids shut tight,

the thoughts wander away,

clouds of feather below me they sink,

moments of the day pass by once again,

sounds around become murmurs,

sinking softly.....further and further,

floating in my thoughts,

and feeling the lull,

away I drift,

and softly I fall,

in the lap of tranquil,

unaware of all...

Intoxication

As sleep intoxicates the brain, 

wings of the mind flap to a stop, 

eyelids as heavy as lead, 

and legs halt to a stop...

Crux of Life

Raindrops sliding down the window pane, 

driving down a long lane, 

lilting music in the air, 

every being in a pair, 

where do i go, 

what do i do, 

my end matters not, 

but journey matters a lot...

Musical water

How does it feel after all? The sound of water splashing against rocks or the shore gives different feelings to different people. It makes some feel restless, and some others calm and peaceful. Yesterday once again, my encounter was with this feeling again, of peace and calm. Friends and family stood in the background enjoying with the kids while I drifted away from them and stood by the shore simply listening to the sound of water. The scenic beauty was so marvelous, my camera couldn't capture it no matter how hard I tried. God made nature so beautiful, and man invented the camera to capture it. But what is beauty if it can be captured in a frame. Nature's beauty cannot be recreated in any form.

As I stood there watching and drinking in the beauty, the sounds in the background faded away, watching passers-by were no longer visible to me. Just nature and myself, staring at each other...

Far from the madding crowd...

Sure as cliched as it sounds, what do I do to be far from the madding crowd?? 

Lonely moments spent while my better half is not around and when silence is music to my ears. 

Waking up to a silent morning, 

the feel of warm feet on the cold hearth, 

the rays filtering through the half-shut window, 

the sound of sizzling tea on the gas burner, 

a soothing hot shower, 

a hot cup of tea in the cold room with my legs curled beneath me, 

tv in the background, 

attention drifting away unaware of what's on the television screen, 

imagination of what the palate wants, 

running to the pantry mid-way to check my stock, 

spending endless minutes in front of the open pantry gazing and cooking in my head recipes long lost...

having a lazy brunch,

eating half-minded,

impatiently waiting to dig for dessert in the fridge,

dozing off watching tv,

but still cuddled in the couch,

finally jumping into bed uncontrollably,

waking up late evening abruptly with the ringing of the phone,

waking up into full reality with the better half on the other end,

sitting half-mindedly in the couch happily recalling the conversation,

leaning on the kitchen counter watching over the sizzling tea-pot,

planning a solitary evening walk,

thinking of excuses to take a walk,

listing unwanted things as must buy,

so as to take a solitary walk down the road,

feeling of fulfillment on reaching home after 'the walk',

eating an unwanted dinner,

lazing on the couch till late night,

finally going off to sleep,

with a sense of fulfilment...

Lazy Afternoons....

Warm sunshine, and lazy afternoons,

Beloved by my side, and on my lips a tune.

The smell of sunshine, with breeze in my hair,

The world far behind, and music in the air.

Memories fading away, the beckon of nature,

The birds far away, chirping so pure.

Heaven is here, with blessing in guise,

Bliss is near, with every sunrise.

Cravings

How strong could a craving be? If we wish for something with complete heart and soul, does the dream really come true? I hope and believe that it does. A few days back we were watching Taare Zameen Par.. No words to describe how good the movie is. Scenes of the painting competition at the end of the movie brought back memories of my childhood. Hours on end spent poring over painting on fabric or glass or canvas. How I long for those days of complete solitude, completely oblivious to the world outside, shielded from the worries of the world being innocently ignorant.

The world of colour beckons me loud and strong, but the burden of worldly responsibilities keeps me away...!!!