When we hurried to bury the flames of our desires,
A few sparks were left un-doused…
They bloomed into roses,
This frigid city has since been high on raging colors and fragrance.
Writers
In this city of feelings, we have all become writers with no one left to read.
I have memorized word by word each story I wrote.
I read it to myself in times when I can’t feel.
Wake
In the wake of silence just close your eyes to clearly hear how far and deep the melody of your life stretches. And when you can find the whispers, the laughter, the sobs, the cry from the past and perhaps the trumpets of future, Recognize you only have the present.
Let the candle inside of you burn leaving behind a soft fragrance on one end of an awaiting wick. But the light that glows… That is only for today.
It is a matter of time before you, who is a mass assembled to function as a unit will disperse into an expanding universe. Before then, why not save ourselves from dispersing? Why not pull ALL that is…
In the wake of silence, know that when the moment will come, silence will be eternal.
From soul to flesh to whole we are… in transit,
Like imagination to reality to eternal we become… in transit.
In search of light, we push through dark in transit,
In presence of light, we cease to appear in transit.
What seems like a long haul route with static facade,
Look out, Not around to see your arrival. You are in transit.
The captain declared this flight is short but rewarding,
Don’t burden yourself with heavy belongings, while in transit.

Metamorphosis
How far did I come…? Sometimes I ask myself, Why?
Leaving you along with some very cherished days, I decided to go out alone into the lanes of unknown destinations. I saw land and water together merging to form a faint canvas of your creation. Countries, oceans just went by without showing any boundaries. There are no boundaries… Everything faints to become dimensionless like faith when you elevate.
I waited too long to see someone I recognize, or someone who recognizes me, leaving behind all those who were mine. Irony, isn’t it?
Life gets simpler when you are ready to explore it. The world becomes smaller when you are ready to travel it. Except loneliness everything is easy to get by, until one learns to find a lasting company within yourself.
I remember trying to grab at possible limits of alertness, had put up a face of confidence, but feeling quite nervous inside. Figuring my way to the farthest gate for boarding all alone at the London airport. Walking and talking by myself and an aura of your faith surrounding me.
New faces, new places… how much it triggers my past to come shadow my mind. When I see up above, I see the same sky… It fills my heart with sweet contentment that it’s the same sky that stretches over my home too. Sun makes me wonder what time it must be at home… Moon makes me miss my bed, my room.
This world is indeed a colorful place. I have seen people of many colors now. Talking in different languages, still same old human emotions flows underneath. I feel an impulse to understand it all and a repulse to go back home.
It’s a new phase… Being a home maker now makes me realize what it takes to transform into a woman from a girl. Yet the child within cries to go back into the everlasting sweet fragrant past, where things were random, words were confused, dreams were many, yet life was at its best…
- Journal entry from 2008
Unsaid
The mist of past is lifting Someone wants me to see There may be a new day breaking Gold and crimson is set free Did I say I past many oceans Many mountains did I see Though eyes remained forever closed Gold and crimson did set free With paper thin divisions And passage wide and long My walk was never lonely To many planets I felt I belonged Between the spoken words And those I left unspoken Your worth cannot be measured A reason never forgotten You filled my cracks without an ask Oh so often and so deep Gave a chance so I recover Until a crack is all I seek... Across the million valleys With madness and resolve I counted many stars each night But now I hear this call.. The mist of past is lifting You have to come and see There is a new day breaking Gold and crimson is set free