The Lost Traveller who has found her entourge again...

and for whom silence is the only companion.

As the rain fell into the night...




Now-a-days in the darkest of nights
As the rain falls softly outside
I sit by the window staring out
Expecting those magical moments
Once again, as they come and sit on my lap
And I start dreaming again.

Those days when I had stayed up in wait
And you slept not a wink
Lest I be frightened of the distance
When the rain fell and wet my hands
And you would catch a cold imitating me
When tucked in muffins we would lay
Submerged in happiness, of those bygone days.



Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.

NO.


Even the heavens wept at the insult;
The loss of the purity, my innocence,
How could you do this?
How could you?
It was you
And it was me,
Those gross evenings,
When you taught me things!
Of touch, of longing,
Of lust, of desire,
Of the fall of human beings ,
I had never known so long,
But why did I have to pay the price,
By falling prey to your craving?
The sultry afternoons, the warm airs,
The smell of sweat, and of murky lust,
Polluting me and my world;
Why did it have to be me?
In the evenings when dust flew in the air,
And lights blurred the lines
Between darkness and desire.
Desire desire and desire.
I am sick, I am troubled,
Leave me alone.
I desire not to be the object of your desire!


Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.

when the Lord will be my guide...

My life is a journey,
Of which I fix no aim,
I will trudge on
Till I reach the end.
To the mountains,
Where cool streams flow,
To heal the scathing pain,
And tall trees shade me,
From the overpowering blow.
So in search I trudge endlessly on,
On the eternal road.
In the fiery sun,
I must scan these heights;
                                                                                    Though in the horizon I see no lights!



Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.