Emptiness

I created this beautiful haven in my brain
Impressions innumerable cordially existing in explicit frames.
I sprinkle a plethora of shades from the memory pot,
adding tints of tenderness with every touch.
I saw you midway as you walked along the trail,
eagerly peeping at every snippet of detail with awe.
Soft sounds, lurking giggles, little laments, together we saw,
interspersed with simmering silence seeing every cloud sail.
Seemingly aware and unaware I was, of a looming gail.
I turned around to say
You had walked away.
Stillness screamed, but I had to smile.
The gail did go and so did you.
The haven, colorful still, 
but not a trace of the grace of your shadow.
Yes.. an emptiness you left behind, forgotten to fill.

You or Me ?

"Hey there...you just can't go like this. What is it you think I am? Some kind of an insane and irrelevant idiot. This is it." Phone beep goes off. Dramatic ..yes it is, but very much a reality that most of us could relate to. Once blushed by the charms of childhood, the young wilderness of adolescence gets trapped in its own web, supposedly woven for comfort. The limitless possibilities of the technical era provides solace to the sorrowful soul but by being so deceitful to the vulnerable minds. As moments slowly traverse with this burden building up unconsciously, we are already amazed and overwhelmed by the myriad tantalization of vibrant youth. Moving forth with bursts of energy and spells of inertia, with the burden still unacknowledged, we get set to buckle ourselves to the impertinence of comfy settlements. This is when the flowers sing and the birds dance, quite the contrary. Smiles become sensational even at the slightest sight of a blooming bud. How incredibly stupendous! Love..the magical fairy and the mean witch..the twin at her side work much to the pleasure and plight of the burdened soul still unaware of its spiteful state. Here comes the burden with all its might. But wait. The choice of battle or surrender is still at our disposal. Whichever way you choose, all it matters is the defeat of the mean witch. Yet, all of this could have reversed with just one simple action- acknowledgement. So what would become will be.." Hey..its just not okay, you know. Its just about you and me and not you or me? So when are we talking? Just can't wait ".  Acknowledge. Appreciate. Embrace. All that you are. That's all it takes. 

Laughter

Be it giggles born of those fun rides 
or the chuckles after that tickle
that create a twinkle at the corner of an eye.
With outright ease,
they tease one's majestic pride.
When satiating glee takes off from the tummy tip,
luring laughter soars high, so much,
you sigh.
Glistening drops ball up near those windows of your face,
Diamonds they outshine as they roll down in peppy pace.
Ecstasy like no other, you delve into, the depths of burning light..
with the entwining of mirthful hearts.
An experience like no other, you feel..
The resonating rythm, the magic of your own heartbeat..
The plague of pride as it leaves.