#46 Mirror of Colours

Tearing through the haze smirks a shout
A whirling run makes life a lot less complicated
What was together from the start
Has now gone away in two different ways.

Starting at the night the fears become stronger
Loneliness feels less lonely, at least one companion
The pillow doesn’t get wet, they think I have matured.
Only if people knew how bad it hurts to pretend and live.

The mossy undergrowth has decided to cover the scars
Can the light pass through the broken glasses just the same?
Tonight a few drops rain again from the sky,
Wind will blow, time starts healing once more.

Feelings cannot be seen through the eyes,
They can be painted by heart and realised.


#45 When Flowers Die

When the sun glitters across the rain washed horizon
When I feel lonely to even walk away.

The stars might have seen me many a times peeking
But I have not been able to look up since then.

There is a time when flowers dry,
Sky darkens and the day ends in tears.

Life is so very different now that memories remain,
Of scents vanished forever of all happinesses that had been.

Nights went in solitude while I sat with my shadow
Cast on walls talking to each other but not me.

The tree creeper wrinkles round,
Pain, is who decides to be my only mate.

Feelings have left, I am caged. I want to escape, life doesn’t let.
What I was before, I still wish to be.

#21 Friend to the Sea

A roar, a crash
A sudden water splash
The sea, the mighty sea,
Crashing on fragile thoughts.

A girl in torn kurtas,
Her oversized dress,
Almost falling apart by the wind,
That blows in her face.

Her curls flying with the wind
A dusty smile on her face.

She looks straight
To the horizon, where the sky greets the sea.
Why is she amazed, has she never seen this?
But she seems a local, this a common scene.

No! The sea is never static, never the same,
With the evening light, an Evening sea,
With the northern winds, a Northern Windy sea.

The sea forever alone and waiting,
And she, an only friend to the sea.

#6 rain poem

If it were to rain this instant,
I’d be awake for a view
From my sole window outside,
Trying to reach you.

The sound of rain,
A desire for a dreamy sleep,
I want to rest too,
From the life of busy intrigue.

Why now is there no rain?
It’s winter still with no hopes,
I look forward to forming clouds,
I wait in a desperate pain.

#4 Moth’s life

Fly, moth, fly,
Fly to another sky
One that cannot be torn
Away from under your wings.

Moth, look up
There’s hope in the sun
It doesn’t hide your beauty
The glow of life in tranquility.

Never stop your pride, 
Shades of darkest colours
Expressions to unsaid emotions
Proudly sketch what you need to feel.

Be not vain
Like a butterfly’s false beauty
Lasts hours in an entirely stalled life
Be what touches more than eyes can see.

Going up and up
Never look down or behind,
For what of life has been left is gone
Like chances that matter not anymore.

There is little of life
In every flutter of your wings
So be not ashamed to paint life
And spread around the joy of living. 

#2 The Lonely Boy

A Casual walk through a foggy wintry night, overwhelmed by a strange feeling of loneliness. The journey of the boy signifies his spiritual attempt to find his true value in this world.


The winter chill and the dead night
Only a walk through the empty roads
Sodium lights still guide me.

Through the tear filled mist
The old and the mighty
Keep on watching the simpleton boy.
Who still walks alone, palely, loitering,
The memory lanes.

Destination he never chooses, he walks on
Unknown lanes, dark, lit or unlit entirely
By street lights or a hanging luminous balloon –
The ever-smiling moon,
Still selling its grin from the darkened sky.

A sudden breeze and the clouds scatter
The leaves dance with them
Still they, standing by the path
Head held high, stare down
Piercing the winter chill,
Through the night still,
The boy walks on.