Belonging

You came searching for this
poem that would create
such a catastrophe, but more
of beauty - blooming out of it
like the rain in the poem
that you found by your window. Where


every mood is a allegory
to our moments, you came to
me wrapped in gold with a wreath
of Frangipanis in your hair, like the night
with the blurry Moon in your eyes
like sadness inside a memory
but more like joy in my heart
you came to me like the rain comes
wild and soft, humming a melody
like a Myna, like an eternal song
lilting on my lips.

Moody Rains...

So what kind of rains do you like?
Even the rains have moods, you see.
The gusty windy roaring rain
Which drenches us from all sides, you see
The gently trickling drizzly rain
Which takes a bit, sometime to feel
The early morning misty rain
When everything looks like a dream
Or the late at nights the haunting rain,
Which makes the hair stand on your skin
Are these the kind of rains you like, eh?
Or the first of season virgin rain
Like it touch’s the skin like a first kiss
Tell me now
And I’ll pray for those rains.
Then we shall watch
I from here
And you from there.

Spaces

Spaces still exist
Etched in to the conscious
Have been bought to the fore
Now I can feel the distance

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…

Torn into pieces
Wither away slowly
Just as the autumn leaves
Coming apart in silence

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…
Come on tell me…

Now I wonder where you going now
And I like to see your pretty smile
Girl if you are here with me
It just feels like spring every hour..