Stars spread across the sky,
Flowers spread – flying butterfly.
Crossing the garden -
And the little girl shy.

Writes on paper -
The memories and life’s why?

or   – dots and curves
Feelings across nouns and verbs.
Call them symbol or smiley,
Its her birthday and
She is Juneli.

Happy Birthday to our inspiring blog friend.
May God shower the blessings for her.

Many many happy returns of the day !

Arms embraced-
Reading these lines,
When you asked -
Why these pages empty!

Seeing the changes of Life-
Reading millions words,
Revolving around,
Embraced me and you.

Where the life is moving-
Its own pace-
Writing poems of its own,
And the speed-
Faster than my pen.

We are running behind all -
To read.
And the time is faster
Before the minute details – I can draw.

Wish the time don’t stop -
I can’t stand that!

Let me walk fast
Past the terrains
That we covered
In the months few.

Wish to pick,
The pink feather -
Again my dear.
Again like before.
In the ink – Pink again.

The words seemed to be lost,
In the world around -
Few words  wrapped in flowers-
Others lying on the ground.

On bed – lying was a pink feather,
With a note – “your friend forever”
Came a song from the mango grooves -
It was- cuckoo’s sound,

All the night – Only Few words,
Rest silence -
Hands in hands,
Pairs of eyes meeting.

Closing the eyelids-
A Kiss on forehead.
She whispers – Don’t worry
Everything will be fine.

Dear -
When,
Everything around me
Was moving -
I was writing !
Scores of lines -
Edited – to hide something.
Decorated and making it presentable.

But Tomorrow,
When I will move -
I am silent -
And my pen.

I wish -
This silence is not me -
Or its only me!
I still don’t know.
Resilent -
Seeing the play -
Of life.

Wish to narrate every thing -
That searched the petals -
Swimming the ocean of tears.

In all these-
Dear – Seems -
I have lost my pen -
Hands trembling.

Wish – If you can -
Dip the pen – In rainbow colours.
Hold my hands
Sit beside me !
And let me write.

See on the paper -
The scribbles over it.
That’s me.
Love that like ever.

Beyond our bodies -
Beyond the time -
Beyond me and you.

Let me write -
Everything -
That’s me -
Eternal curves of my Poems – you love.
Like Ever.

The very morning -
When the night is over.
And a poem was written -
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

A moonlit night -
When the clouds,
Played with the moon,
Making shapes around.
Round and oval,
A bed of white cushion.

Also played the wind-
Crazy and stupid.
Cool it was -
In the feeling of warmth
When silent night embraced.

And a poem was being written -
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

Over the rose petals
Formed the dew drops.
Unable to bear more.
Falling on grass.

A beautiful night -
It was.

And a poem was written -
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes -
Of careless creases -
Written on the silk linen.

When a child is to born,
Everyone awaits outside,
To cheer up .

Inside -
The Mother cries-
In a room – isolated.
Of pain – immense.

The womb ruptured after,
Nine months of attachment,
Those days she have felt -
Each moment the foetus,
Safe and growing.
She loved it.

Then it comes -
The moment of detachment,
A new relation will be born
And she will be the mother.
But she cries of pain.

Every birth demands-
A pain – immense.
Only the Mothers do feel.

May be its the transition..
May be..
May be..
Only she knows.

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Do you hear the sounds,
At the distance – the twitters.
Can you decipher the meanings-
The flipping wings says something !

Do you feel the rhythm in you,
Of those dancing bodies.
Do you feel the sync,
Of the vibration of the souls.

Can you see the light of – a blink,
On the old woman’s face.
Can you see the pains in,
The natural smile of a slum boy?

Do you follow the dreams -
Of some other’s eyes too.
Do you read the pains -
Hidden in your friend’s smile.

Do you shed few tears,
When you don’t understand,
Why do I return late ?
When time seemed long.

Come, hold my hand.
Feel the warmth,
Sitting silent together -
You are my friend forever .

Hold the hands -
Those who are in dark,
Candle lit paths.
Dear,move even its night.

Those who need a voice,
Whisper in the ears,
The caring words,
And the heart will pound.

Those who sit gloomy,
Hear them, tease them,
Releasing the smile,
Sparks in the face.

The light of hope,
The sound unheard – unbound -
And the wishes lets flow
Across every soul.

Happy Diwali…

Dancing again with the tunes of heart. Sometimes I surprise or better to say wonder – how an institution/organization do flourish. May be not a person in physical appearance but his/her philosophy, passion and the aura around – do carry it across. And such passion of passions travels across the persons.

10 months before – when I started the dancing classes, the biggest thing that evolved in me  is confidence, shedding the inhibition and smile.  I was such a guy – who never had a girl in his class after class 6 ! Why I am talking about girls is the inhibition that I carried from a small town.  How a girl can talk with boys so boldly – surprised me ! How the people talk so frankly yet with dignity.  Though stage appearance was embedded in me, but still I had to learn to communicate.

The artistic expressions and changing dance partners taught me something – that seemed necessary for a person to grow up. Its just something that I learnt from the girls/women – to grow up. And everything just remains within the disciplined walls of Dance classes. After that not many are in touch .

And above that Dance is deep down the soul – and Guru’s eyes must bless you. As my sister had been a classical dancer- I have seen her doing guru vandana before she danced. And touching the ears – when she had to pronounce the guru’s name.

The year started dancing – the whole year I danced, started from January to till date – all just changed a lot for me. Life danced – as it wanted. Legs danced as I wanted. Both danced and moved each other.  Professional confidence and personal upliftment just boosted.

Its not just dance but to understand the life’s expressions and expressing them in right way.. I am loving to dance again and learning to excel again in this metro with whatever I have … Thanks Shiamak’s dreams  !!