Miss-Trust

I met a gust of wind, a feel called Love

I danced with joy under the rain from above.

I got drenched in the new happy world

He taught me to live, all sails unfurled.

I learnt a word that started with "T"

I learnt that someone had so much trust in me...

The rain ended soon, I rolled up my sails

I lost him among the bushes, along the faraway trails.

The sun blamed me for the rain, for the clouds

He came back to stand beside me, clear and loud.

My first encounter with the word that starts with "T"

I saw how much that someone had trust in me...

With the birds or the leaves, I wondered where was he?

I thought and thought, then slept off in my tree.

He woke me up to help him fly

With a little bird, one last try.

I knew this word with "T" will never let me go

I wondered how one could trust me so...

The birds left him, so did the leaves

He wanted my help, to build a new tree.

He knows I am there to water his garden

I know I can carry in me, all his burden.

I now relate to this word with "T"

I realize his unbreakable trust for me...

The storm blew hard that day

I wept, why did it come my way!

He asked me if I brought the clouds

I said, no - he heard me shout.

That day I searched in vain for my friend with "T"

Is he really losing his trust on me?

The storm was here to do me harm

It blew him away in its arms.

He looked back and blamed me for the rains

Believe me, I cried...all in vain.

I now miss my friend with "T"

He has left behind only mistrust for me...

Loved and Lost

I knew a bird, who loved to fly,

Higher than the clouds, higher than the sky...

New wings, new dreams, she flew out of her nest

This bird wanted to see love, life and the rest.

From the highest branches to the highest trees,

Above the world, closer to her dreams.

The bird reached her sky, flew among the clouds;

A new place,with new friends hovering around.

Among all, one cloud did she see...

Fairest of all, careless and free.

The little bird fancied her cloud,

Flew around him, and left the crowd.

Oh cloud how will he know,

A bird out of all, loved him so!

He loved his friend, chirpy little she

He floated with her, above rivers and seas...

Handsome young cloud, prince of the sky,

He loved the plains and the mountains high.

He melted in rain, over rivers and valleys

"You love them all?" the bird asked, "Really?"

The bird still flew up for her cloud,

Day or night, she was always around.

Until one day, the cloud had to leave...

Autumn's here, blue skies and cool breeze.

One last kiss, the bird gave her love...

A few drops of rain, for her, from above.

And, the cloud floated away, bidding goodbye,

Left alone was the bird, memories of days gone by.

The bird lost her cloud, to the mountains, to the seas

Her cloud has floated away to faraway cities...

Left with his memories, left with broken dreams,

The love-struck bird turned to the trees.

But the cold, dark night made her choke,

Half-way down, her wings cracked and broke.

She slid and fell, against the mountains, on the plains

With one last cry for her lost cloud and his rains.

Her loveless soul left her heart.

The wings of desire left the bird.

Up, up against the horizon...

Away from this worldly prison.

The Line Has Been Drawn

Stuck at life's crossroads, I measure my time once again;

I measure the depth, the love and along with it, the pain.

I hardly have anything to lose in love, yet I lose it like a beginner,

I see in vain, how everything slips through the gaps of my finger.

The more I try to cling on to those pieces, broken and torn

Halt! says a voice, the line has been drawn.

Stumbling along life's ups and downs, I am now at the edge;

Locked pains, buried tears...my heart, a key-less cage.

I look past your heart - to an older feel, to an earlier you,

Of loveless eyes, bitter words, of changes very few.

Yet something inside me craves for the words that are gone

Don't move any further, says he, the line has been drawn.

The need was mine, to be with you, to stand up for you;

Now, the need's over, and it's only me without you.

Your love's gone, a love that was never meant to be,

I stand a lonely self, a tired me...myself with me.

My heart still aches inside, every moment my love re-born

But I am a no one, reminds he, the line has been drawn.

Love You Forever!

My first touch of the world I live in today has been through You...My first feel of love, my first feel of affection...my first feel of all that I am today, has been You.

I remember those cold, dreary winter evenings, lit up by the touch of your love...and warmed up with two bowls of hot, steaming maggi...How much I loved listening and re-listening to all those Snow- White, Cinderella and Hans Anderson Fairy Tales. I remember the story of the Snow Queen in particular. How much I loved it, and how endlessly, how untiringly you had always narrated the story to me again and again.

I remember visiting the first departmental stores of the city with you when Papa used to be busy with work...I remember the cozy lunches - just you and me, after Papa used to go out for work.

I remember how Bonu and me used to wait for you to come back from work with tit-bits everyday, how you used to plait our hair, choose our dresses and shout after us to make us sit down at the study table every evening.

How you introduced me to the world of story books, to the world of literature...to the world of romantic poets and Victorian philosophy. How you taught me cursive handwriting in the most elegant way, how you taught me to arrange the bookshelf in the proper way.

How much creativity did it take to cook 5 different types of tiffin on 5 different days of a week? How much effort you must have been putting in all these years to prepare so many types of delicacies, keeping in mind that we don't get bored of eating the same stuff? How patient of you to put up with all our tantrums and yet, being sensible enough to stop us at the right time!

Know what? I have always loved getting wet in the rain, paddling through the dirty cold waters and returning home fully drenched...more because I knew you will be ready with a towel at home to dry my hair, come rushing with a bowl of boiling mustard oil and garlic to rub my feet so that I don't catch cold...to say nothing of the plate of hot fries and cups of coffee!

I love going out shopping with you, as I trust your choice of clothes blindly...as you know what looks best on me, and which one looks best on the mannequin!

I don't remember the number of times I have been tensed before exams, but I remember your long speeches about staying calm, about the assurance and about your trust in me...

I remember your anger, of how much I used to be scared of telling you whenever anything went wrong...yet I remember about telling you every detail, everytime, getting the support and the right advice.

I remember how strong you were when I left home for work...of feeling proud of such a strong mother...yet, I remember, you could not hide the tears of a soft mother behind the strong heart of a woman!

I love coming back to the warmth of a cozy home, coming back to the delicious smell from the kitchen...coming back to your lap, coming back to the place and love I grew up in.

I admire you, I love you, I look up to you...for all that I have seen in you. I wonder for the hundredth time how could you manage all these years? To rear us two sisters, to always have the best food in the kitchen, to always keep the home clean and smelling good...to always have all things in place, to always know what is right...yet being a working woman, balancing home and work so perfectly that you will always be our perfect example of an ideal mother, a perfect wife, a perfect professional...a perfect woman!

From scorns to glares, from affection to love, to more love...steaming coffee during rainy evenings, chilled juice on summer afternoons...coming home to warmth and love...you have been the one who introduced me to the world of fairy tales, yet taught me to look through the window of reality...of a great friend in you...a strict teacher before exams...you taught me the first stroke of painting, read out the first Browning poem...

You taught me to be a girl, to be a woman, to be a human...

You made Me...I love you Ma...

Today is your day...but my love, forever yours!

My Lovely Breeze

I belong to the bowers and branches, tied but for you, free

Breeze, I feel you all the while, I flutter quietly in that tree...

You are air to everyone, but silent north wind you are to me

In you I search my happiness, in you my love I see...

I am just a simple leaf

You are my powerful breeze.

I cry with the raindrops, I smile with the sun rays

Wind, I bow for you when you blow through my veins...

You blow for the hills, you blow for the seas

But it's been long since you've blown for me...

I am just a green little leaf

You are my swishing breeze.

I am growing brown, I am growing old

I will still wait, long ago have I told

Caterpillars and ants, loved by all

Can you pluck me before I fall?

I am just an old, gold leaf

You are still the blowing breeze.

Tired am I, sleepy as death

Breeze I will love you till my last breath...

Blow harder, blow me away in your arms

I give you a little green one, full of charms

I am a withering old leaf

You will always be my loving breeze.

Without You

A silent sun…a day without light
A faded sky…a day without warmth
A bird flying…a song without music
A hushed breeze…a death without birth
A love left alone…a broken heart, washed with tears
Your day without You…shattered dreams, no more fears…