Road

The road is my home, my home the road, I love your curves, your smooth rides, your meandering coasts, the passing bubbles of air, my hair splashes on my face and I smell you, thousands of miles I can see and ten thousand more I envision, vision and season, seasons of visions, colours of darkness, darkness of light, green clouds and pink sky, purple rain and blue trees, red water and fluorescent humans, no I ain't imagining, it is the passing colours that changes its shades, dreams are real and reality a dream, life a screen and I the drama queen! a dharma bum some hum and hymns you hear merging with sounds of the the passing passerby, as I pack my rucksack again, it is time to move on!

Climbing the Himalayas

For ages you have stood like sages
A curve up and a bend down
A point to the sky and drop down the valley
slowly and swiftly you rise
high high you are high
higher you shall rise today
clouds shroud you in a warm floating blanket
rivers adorn your ankles
shhhhhhhhhhh it flows and wooooshhhhhhh sings its rapids
the sun is invisible and its light high and bright
sight sight oh beautiful sight
mountains dear mountains
shine bright in early morning light
for eternities you shall stand like sages
my lovely Himalayas........

Rebirth

Sitting at the banks of Kholong Chhu
earthly brown the river flows
mother monsoon's breasts have swollen with milk
ferocious and gushing
rushing without pausing
glancing and dancing
white currents laughing
smiling and smirking
ferociously flowing
crickets cracking and birds calling
moths fluttering and spiders weaving
Oh! the sound of the green white water
heavenly blissful sound
shhhhhh shhhhhhhhhh woshhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhh
the fish swimming and the pebbles struggling
cleansing and cleaning
the boulders are shining
monsoon delightful tears
clean and clear air
bare and naked smell of nature
green evergreen
screaming rejuvenation
R E B I R T H

Sorrow of a Swallow

A broken wing is all a bird needs,
bleeding feathers and flightless wings,
how does one swing?
The sting of the wing
doesn't let me sing.

Teary eyes and melancholic voice
broken wings and a stitched heart
blood I see and blood I weep
let it seep to the hole of my soul

Swallows come and surround me
but I wallow in my sorrow
low low swallow
in a gulp I swallow my sorrow!

Woman!

A woman.

Complex.

A girl within, desires and secrets hidden beneath her bosom.

Her stomach she feels knowing someday a seed will blossom.

Blood flows, period.

Hormones- blame all tantrums on it.

Soft as cotton, rough as coral reefs, strong as a boulder, weak and meek.

Complex.

Layers of butter...

Cascading hair, tiny hips and luscious lips, men she attracts and men she dispels,

God she plays and devil she becomes

Utterly confused.

Women are hard to understand they say

that's true, all we want is love anyways

who wants to be understood?

And who the hell claims to understand another person anyways?

A woman- just bored!

Rants! (grunts)