My Eagle

I may not be the sun.
But, can I still be the beam on your tranquil waters?
My eagle, I may not have the wings as wide as the yacht sail as yours.
Can I walk under the shadow of your wings?

I may not be the picture, perfect to the eyes of the painter..

He stacks me along with some other unfinished works in one corner of his room.

I am not his unfinished painting.

I am as random as the strokes he splashed on the canvas when emotions couldn't be given any better shape.

Can you keep me safe in the cedar box where your treasures are kept safe?

Ounces of pink

“For you, a thousand times over”

Ounce and Ounce. The rose bush in my garden blossomed with pink. I have lost the count of beats my heart skips..I can run a mile for you. Does the green tree know the number of leaves it should bear for the drops that quenched its thirst? How many ounces of pink for this season?

I can only walk these ten steps towards you. I can only shed three tears. Let me invest those smiles, hold them safe and suppressed within me till they become laughter..for a happier tomorrow.

Calculations. The second thought when I sign that charity cheque. The second thought when I give a piece of bread to the pup down the lane.

Boundless joy..
Million stars

For you, a thousand times over

Tidings of an old friend

Tidings of an old friend
like a paper airplane
land in my backyard
like a dove
with an arrow,cutting a hole in it's wing

Which color will speak for me...

Sometimes I don’t have words.
I feel like picking up a brush sometimes.
I don’t know which color will speak for me.

The sky goes indigo
From the deep blue to the morning yellow
I don’t know which color will speak for me.

The green turns brown
The brown becomes green again
Where the two rivers meet
The water turns green too
I don’t know which color will speak for me.