Somewhere

Always a nomad,

A wild thing,

carried by the wind.

I wander in a way,

Neither straight,nor broad,

Like a train,off the railroad,

Nor in a circle I roam,

No beginning,

into never and nowhere,

Just in search,

of somewhere,

to start over new,

where my desires are true,

& with storm,I have a rendezvous.

– Monalisha

A certain lady

Smiling for him,

She tilted her head,

Her lips painted a fragrant red.

Laughing back,

He rehearsed his love for her.

He remained oblivious,

So well she played her part,

Hiding a thousand little death,

inside her heart.

A broken heart,

As they say,is savvy,archaic,

Hers resembled a mosaic.

Stalling his song,

She said- “Darling,I got to run along”.

Another prey to a mere coincidence,

She already knew the consequence.

She was,what nature made her,

“She loved them until they loved her”.

Inner peace

Beyond every pain & conflict,

Beyond my history,

Life brought me today,

to a sacred place,

a sacred sanctuary of tranquility,

where I understood,

the finite nature of life.

So,as long as you don’t remember,

it never happened,

even if it did,

it never mattered..

The storms have now raged for too long,

this too shall pass,

For every winter,spring must come..

& Iam at peace now,

For my life is finite..

– Monalisha