Sound of Silence

Is it silent for the want of anything interesting

and Me giving up, in dreary tedium?

Or things becoming overwhelmingly interesting

that I had to give myself an e-break to soak-in.

Maybe I am too wrapped up in myself to notice a thing

that's the worst - the unfeeling feeling!

The Prize Catch

I saw him,

Clearly through the haze.

A smile on his parched lips,

Sweat dripping off his eyebrow,

A shroud adorning his broad shoulder.

I fell in love with him there

And sought him as he sped away in his boat.

I swam the deep waters,

Staying close to him.

Aching to catch another sight of him,

Another whiff of him.

Did I hallucinate or did he really see me?

My heart skipped a beat

As he came across, to have a look.

I moved towards him,

I was in a daze, goose-bumps all over me.

He bent down and a wave of doubts plagued me.

Did he not desire me?

Was there someone else waiting for him?

And then, he came up.

That half minute was the longest thirty seconds of my life.

He threw his cloak towards me,

It engulfed me and I was beyond all worldly happiness.

A lover’s first gift to his lady.

And then he drew me towards him.

And I swam eagerly,

Not wanting to delay the moment when we would first meet

And he would take me in his arms.

He pulled me out of water impatiently,

The wait being intolerably long for both us.

I thought I would die before he would lay his hands on me,

But I didn’t.

The first touch was brief and I died a hundred times.

And then, he tossed me over to the side.

The prize catch, he called me.

You left without as much as an Adieu,
No goodbyes,
With tears that were only mine….

Nivi, the poetess

I had dreams,
colourfull dreams in my eyes,
washed down by the tears,
that I couldnt stop.

I saw colourfull bangles,
in the market fair,
I tried them on.
But they broke,
they werent made for me.

I cry,
and it is just not the kajal that flows.

I cry on,
And I dont stop myself.
I cry for myself.

A hole's in my heart,
that grows bigger
with each passing hour.

I aint ashamed
"But this is not fair".
Just not fair.
Not fair at all.

You may have killed a part of me,
But the rest is still there.

I am what I am,
And you cant change
the Who I am now
Not that I will let you.

You may break my bones,
not my spirit.
My dreams may have been washed away,
but others will take their place soon.

For you can do anything;
but never make me stop dreaming.
Dreams are my own,
My only treasure.

What if I dont have anything else?
As long as I have dreams in my eyes,
Hope in my heart
And the courage to walk the way I have picked;
I am.