For the love that never came
For the love that never was
For the love that never went
(Inspired by Wind, Water, Earth)
Circle
why are the planets round?
why do birds fly in circles?
why do ripples expand in circles?
A circle is feminine,
a symbol of wholeness and totality,
eternal and timeless,
with no start and no end.
the rhythm of the universe flows in a circle.
Fire and Water
there has been another evening like this
where fire wanted water
sapphires wanted rubies
and they met at a periphery
spring and autumn
there are days when I escape to find you,
during spring and autumn
again I am reminded
you have always been here
in scents
in songs
in tastes
San Francisco
pacific was wild and icy
it danced like a woman in love
there was a passion we both shared
it was as deep and vast
i burnt a mint.
enjoyed the noise outside and the calm inside me
New York
There is a dark pit, I keep falling into
I stood in the white with him
this goodbye was different from the last one.
this was the last one.
i drove away, unable to cry.
how do you mourn the death of something that may have not existed?
there was silence, not the comforting one,
the one that is so cold and piercing.
tenderness had left his eyes.
Ladakh
Let’s keep moving
solo or together
through lows and highs
through shaded and sunny slopes
through colours and tones
through rocks and stones
like whispering streams
let’s bloom in barren fields
where water meets sand
let’s keep moving
Banaras
calm between chaos
that was the state of banaras and me
i was here to let go
sometimes, rituals or a physical act is just a way of truly believing that
its gone.
sitting on the ghats in the evening, watching crowds,
all here to let go,
i let it go.
it was both a sense of an ending and
a sense of a beginning.
a moaning, a joy, a tear, a smile.
Chandigarh
rain and garden
bonfire and barbecue
white walls and art
pond and birds
parrots and pigeons
sunset and moonrise
tea and books
you and me
Kasauli
As the rain poured in the golden glass,
blue turned into shades of grey
reality into dreams
i was back with old companions
the moon and pretty lights.
in the dark, the giant hills hid
only lights shone
lullaby of the chirping birds and
the echo of the hymn put me to sleep
London ( translation from french)
In London, there is a street
on that street there used to be my home.
Behind my home was a park,
in the park was a bench
above the bench was a tree
the tree has purple flowers
those flowers had perfume
those scents hold memories.
