Capturing the colors of thought

Showers of Desire

The soil had awoken with desire
When a light rain began to drizzle
It was soaked yet it felt afire,
Unable to mask the scent of its arousal

I walk barefoot under the moaning skies
that unleash their passion onto my face
drenching me with their unblinking eyes
Till I’m wrapped within rain’s loving embrace

I’m frenzied, I’m lost in its grip
Its touch soothes my heated skin
And the trickling water opens my lips
For a kiss that makes my head spin

I’m unguarded, overwhelmed by lust,
I put up no resistance. Undaunted it pours,
It’s fearless and rough, yet blindly I trust
And it seeps through to my very core

A rainy evening strolled lazily
Into the open arms of a café
Where sat four spunky young lasses,
dressed in attires almost passé

The conversations were lilting
and the rain paused to listen
to the melody of their laughter -
So spirited in its composition

Their lives no longer inextricably weaved
But they embroider a beautiful pattern
on time-worn fabrics, a soft array -
of tears, smiles and tender heart’s burn

The taste of friendship lingers long
after the last dregs of coffee are gone

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Reunions with old friends are always the best. There’s that sense of familiarity that washes away all awkwardness accumulated with time. There’s the closeness and comfort that comes with knowing each other for so many years. These are friends who will know in an instant if something is wrong, or if you’re holding back something.

This poem is for my friends who made this weekend so much fun and interesting! Linking up with dverse, it’s Open Link Night! :-)

Fading footprints

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I know you thought of me,
Once you realized I was free
But now I leave it all behind
You, her and the world that disagrees

Watch me walk out of here
Without ever turning back
I exit this space you inhibit
With my memories and mind intact

I etch footprints in my wake
Leading further and fading away
But footprints are not like ink on paper
The tides will turn the very next day…

Sometimes a girl may have to kiss a lot of frogs before she finds her prince.

I’m sure the frogs agree. One or two might even be daring enough to use this as a pick-up line.

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Pucker up, baby!

To my surprise Indian parents also seem to agree. Parents anxious to marry off their well-educated, beautiful, hard-working and independent daughters into good families of their choice, overlook the fact that while they are opposed to the idea of the girl finding her Prince Charming on her own, they are willing to let her mingle with a lot many frogs who are brought up the right way. Read the rest of this entry »

Nomadic June

Incredible India: A Himalayan experience 

The train journey

I turn my face away, away from the stench and the suffocating heat, the hawkers and the little beggar child performing to the drum’s beat. I drown out the low complaining voices and block out the train compartment to my senses. I glue my head to the window to watch the shadows in the water below that keep changing as the sun dips low. I watch the corn and rice fields whistling merrily in the wind, and the stretches of land left bare by summers that forced the rivers to rescind. At each bend I watch the train till it is replaced once more with plain terrain. We jump up with unabashed delight as we see on the rail tracks a peacock taking flight.

The growing dark stares back as the wheels run steady on these age-old tracks. The train whisks us through villages and across states but it’s a two day journey even at this rate. I feel the miles grow longer and I know the nights will get much colder. I count the passing days as time takes me further and farther away. Read the rest of this entry »

Wanderlust

I hope you forgive me
Each time I go
Chasing moments
Making memories
That are just mine

As I tread these solitary paths
I wish to create some imaginary ones
To retrace in my later years
As boulevards for my nostalgia

I hope you forgive me
When I hop far and wide
Trying to dodge
the reaches of society,
nursing my wanderlust,
alone.

Like the horizon waiting in earnest
For the orange rays of the setting sun
I come full circle
and merge into myself
Lost, submerged in the splendor
of each caress, each breath of nature,
And the wonder of feeling so alive.

Off to the Himalayas…

A really really quick update to all my peeps.. I just came back from a road trip into central India. It was a spiritual, other-world experience, to my utter surprise… We spent 3 days with quick dips into the beautiful Narmada river, visiting temples and Ashrams along its banks and absorbing the history of all the places. Of course we binged on street food and ice-golas and cold drinks because it was sweltering hot this time of year…

And I know I’ve lots to catch up on, but here I go, off to the Himalayas for a trek… where the going gets tough and then those going, get tough!

I’ll be back in two weeks… and then I have plans to stay home and blog all day long. I’ll be back with lots of pictures… This is where I’ll be going!

Trek to Roopkund

Trek to Roopkund

I’m excited!

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