Panorama

Love is Love An unmitigated sense of euphoria delves me in, For today I see colours, The cascading hues of rainbow painting the horizon, In a world (which) till yesterday for me was black & white. Love is blind, they say, and so is justice, Says the lady with a black cloth over her eyes. “ I differentiate none , My pangs of justice evades the man created boundaries, As does love.” Love is love. But wait, what do I see? My eyes can see the colours, but you still have shackled your minds. Let the colours come in, let the light flow , It is not a matter of wrong or right, But a matter of pride, It is okay to be different and yet in love. Love is love. Do you not want me to spread my wings that were tied for long? Or to celebrate the romance in the air in the spring, As the birds chirp and the cuckoo sings. I too feel- feel love in me. Love that I want to express and reveal. Take me as I am,and feel, Love is love.

The love in our times…. The flame of the midnight lamp wickers with the gust of wind, And I sit there and all I could do is think.. The book before me speaks of something called projectile motion, But my heart and mind is singing ballads for you in unison. Oh! I still remember the day I first set my eyes on you, It felt so ethereal yet so real. Your smile that curled on your lips, fading into the dimples in your cheeks. The ringlets of hairs that lay strewn on your forehead, You tucked them behind your ears every time but they had their own will, In the same way as you tucked the strings in my heart, Oh! You had that skill! From that day till today, all I could decipher is you, Your presence that feels so heavenly yet so earthy. Now do you recognise me? I am the guy who waits outside your tuition classes everyday, Just to catch a glimpse of you,when the class ends. Please don’t misjudge me for a stalker,I shall do no harm. Oh wait, do you...

I AM FREE You have held me close for so long… That now I can no longer breathe. O please, don’t ask me what has gone wrong, Or hold my hands and make me sit… For now, I am tired of being held,   Of being trained or restrained. Do you see that bird? Yes the one flying with its wings apart. I could have been that , But alas my wings are clipped. I could have been that rose in your garden Blooming in all its exuberance   Or that lotus in your pond.. But you nipped me off even before I could yearn. Now you shall tell me the world is too mysterious for me to learn, But remember I am like that last leaf clinging on its branch, Before the cruel wind of autumn makes it fall. I am a sewali   lying on the dew covered field, Emanating fragance till you trample me down with your feet; Or maybe pick me up and take me along, To soothe your senses until I wither and wilt. I can be a mother, a daughter or a wife. I can be everybody, but...

Life, they say is a roller coaster ride ,but here the ups and downs are unpredictable. You simply can’t figure out when life shall offer you with another bout of surprise.And then gradually, you learn that you yourself hold the key to this mysterious allure.That is the beauty of this journey. The destination is unknown, but you are the driver. Some potholes could be swerved but there will be some bumps totally unavoidable. It is how you emerge out of the tunnels and dark alle ys. You may lose your direction or you may even find a spring of joy in the end that follows. And the people you come across are your co-passengers. Some will guide you in the dimmed hours,while others shall leave when the dusk envelops. There shall be some who shall hold the steering when you fall back exhausted,never letting the journey stop. While there will be a few whom you wanted to stay but they go on to play their role in another journey. But in the end, it is all about you. Your courage, your per...

DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS… The two words that have always intrigued the human mind. The vast myriad of dreams and hopes…those alluring aspirations that keeps the flame of life burning. Seldom have I met a soul who confessed that he has achieved the yearnings that he has nurtured in his heart. Those unspoken or spoken wishes that he had from life. Some find solace in their unfulfilled dreams,while some are always in the search of the mirage..that never ending unquenchable search  that always keeps their soul thirsty. Life comes in an array of shades. It is the hue one selects that decides his course thereon.In every leaf of life there is a new colour , a new texture , some new dreams. Sometimes one gets so entwined in his aspirations that he fails to entangle one web of hope from another thus left with nothing but a messy knot in his hands. Some in the pursuit of dreams had to take the walk alone,while others in the pursuit of companionship had to give up on their dreams...

A POET SHE IS.... They say she is a weary soul The one whom life has tossed and tumbled so hard, That she has resigned to her fate However foul. While some sees her as a deranged being, Her words they say are a cacophony Of wild thoughts and distant dreams. The ones who have seen her eyes say They are sockets void of any pleasure or pain. But for her She is a poet. A poet who sees the world differently from they do. She explores beauty in the ugly and joy in melancholy. Her eyes are not blank but a mirror to her mind- Her mind that reads a thousand sentences from a single line, Like the spectrum that emanates from a sole light. Her words that are deemed vague are nothing But fruit of a fertile imagination. She is a poet, A weaver of strings of dreams, Of aspirations so thin That for others is a mirage,for her a beacon. She is a poet.. A rustic traveller of the tides of time, Who has a story for every tryst with destiny, She is an epitome while the world goes dark, She is a ...