Monday, May 15, 2017

Fly my dear friend!

Then, your spirit
Defiant of being boxed
Within your body,
Sprouted wings,
Soared unrestricted.
When to others
Walking was within reach,
Running, in imagination,
You informed
Flying was possible.
Now, O Angel,
Your wings look
Tired,
You have been
Grounded.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Distant and near ones

The stars studded galaxies, of this expansive universe,
I look at them and search for my home amongst them.
While my bed is spread in the next room.

Love, lost and found!


At the corner, of the street, in the heart
Of the city, I lost you, and found.
Do you still belong to me!