Pathless dreams

A smile that could lighten
The hearts and souls
The presence, the absence
Making it felt

The seconds ponder
The voices linger
Thoughts arise
And stand still

Dreams ride on a journey
Moving along paths
Parallel to their thoughts
And emotions across

Fulfilled ambitions
Soaring upto the skies
Seeking support
Clinging onto the other path

Weighing it down
Not letting it fly
One dream and the other
Watching it dissolve

Trying to reach out
But feeling just empty
Sparkles, where once
The bright light just shone by

The clouds that ground you!

The mist that descends onto your face
The gurgle of the Teesta that flows by
The conifers that stand tall
Straining your neck as you look above

The peace that transcends
As one gets off onto the ground
Bringing to reality the green of the valley
The swish of the leaves as you pass by

The peaks dotted with snow
Keeping watch on those that traverse below
The white, the absoluteness that strikes
All around, like a sentinel in stride

The city with dreams, that is
Wreathed in the clouds, and puffs of snow
One view that takes your breath away
The view of the peak that stands highest

Gangtok, and the smiles
The rosy cheeks, the ice cold air
The maggi noodles, one can't ignore
Woolens, hot tea, snowflakes for all to treasure

The armed forces, brave and proud
Working relentlessly
Keeping our borders safe and secure
Conditions always being ignored

Keeping me grounded
Yet, continuing to dream
The chime of the bells
In the temples that pervade peace


This is the city, i'd love to always go
When my head's in the clouds
and the brain in storage
It will always be one of my favourite spots to be.

This is my day 10 post for 'Marathon Bloggers'

Between You and Me

Silence stretched like taut strings
The sounds of the night breeze stirring
Eyes searching, feeling
The melancholy of the night

Between you and me
Lives a story, titled and dreams
Lines being written
Goals being reached

Between you and me
Smiles we see
Songs we hear
Music that heals


This was in response to the prompt at Sunday Scribblings 'Between you and me'

In the eyes of honesty!

Doorbell rings
Later it seems
tired of staying up
snoozing along

Comes in when time
seems to wait for him
but never for her
always hanging in between

Decades of promises
Honest needs
never fulfilled

You've changed, he says
How so?, she asks
Silence hangs on
heavy with lies

Love, security
Presence and touch
All this and much more
Wished and yearned
she did..

Respect, trust
Love and warmth
None she received
Give she did.

This is in response to Sunday Scribblings'http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/ Prompt "Honest"

Does it matter?!

She sighed as she looked across the pool. Her kids had grown and didn't need her any more to chaperone them. But she wanted to do something with her time...and she yearned to hear voices ...It was a lovely sunny morning and the morning chores halfway through, she knew she didn't have to rush through any thing now.

She stepped out and stood watching. The pool was overflowing with laughter, splashing water, giggles, screams and lots of noise..seeming so peaceful amidst all the sounds. She felt it in her soul..it seeped through. It was her moment of peace.

She knew she had to grasp it like tender silk strands. She watched the tender moments passed between a young mother swimming and her toddler by the pool trying to reach out into the
water. The look of awe in the little child's eye's at the feel of water and the mother's mixed emotions, that of love and concern. The language was clear...no need for words, but it was clear. The child moved back a step and the sigh of relief on the doting mom's face was soothing.It was then that she remembered those stormy seconds ...

The grinding of the jaw, a slight twist of his head, the downward curl of the eyebrows - she sensed it before it erupted. So she walked into her comfort zone : the kitchen...hummed a tune and ignored the raging fury behind her. The door banged shut, and it was only then she had felt herself breathe..

Her mother had reminded her all through her childhood...those days when her eyes spoke with such clarity, that it sparkled...with honesty and amazing innocence. Can a lifetime of moods and unspoken words befog those luculent eyes. How easy it was to hide those feelings, those emotions, and those yearnings..it just made the language of restrain all the more easier.
She smiled to herself.

She had outwitted the language of her eyes to maintain a semblance of peace....the serenity which her soul pleaded...but she knew it wasn't the end.

The tears welled up...

When the world conspires to pull them down
the lil fingers reach out
they reach out to the hand
the one they know
will pull them up

They hope for the smile
the smile that will lift their spirits up
from the upsets that they faced
the hopeful beginnings
that threaten to cloud their happy tracks

Old order changeth
bringing in the new
unseen as it may seem,
it gets better as it ages
new replaces old, but never to hold
just plain cold.

The hand stretched out
slowly drawn back-
the hand , larger and stronger
holds back,knowing not how

The tears , welled, behind the lids
were the dreams and hopes
of a smaller hand
precious, raw
unexposed to the laws of the land.

From dad with Love!

The ringing of the doorbell

the glimpse of a card

each year

early morn

yet to fail

the crispness

of the note,

hidden inside

treasures all the love

handed over

to the daughter

who smiles in anticipation

for the sameness

and tradition

each new year