The White Eagle

**The White Eagle **

The white eagle flies high,
making the azure skies her home.
The wind caresses her wings
the white clouds jealous of her feats

Yet, she looks longingly below,
The hazy green earth beckoning.
All she wants is some rest
in the cozy covers of the trees
All is wants is some respite
from what the world expects.

Broken Seams

She is melancholy, she is my joy,
tried I have, to mend, to sew back
the broken seams of her heart.
A heart that was shattered
many summers ago.

Alas! I have failed,
My love was never enough
for there she withers away,
a little by little she dies
her laughter seeping out
through those cracks in her heart
A heart I could never mend.

The Great Oak

That great oak in my grandma’s garden
my long lost friend,
For many a summer evening I spent
her leaves rustling a gentle music
As a dreamy me weaved dreams.

Years hence, here we stand
The great oak and I,
she looks at me sadly
And asks am I weary?
I say yes I am
Come, says she,
rest some more
dream some more.

A New Year Slides In

And The Clouds Parted

I walked in rain, my body drenched,
soul parched, crevices in my heart
and then I bumped into you
and the clouds parted,
The world turned golden again.

Happiness had eluded me for long
hope had died a while ago
I travelled the world searching
for what, I know not,
then I bumped into you,
and the clouds parted,
Found myself, I had, in you.

The moons of the nights
lacked lustre and shine,
the sky, dull and gloomy
then I bumped into you
and the clouds parted,
a new moon shone
full of gloss, life and joy.

A Part Of Me, A Child Still

In those green fields, I roam still,
holding a kite, running wild,
chasing fireflies, against the wind,
towards the sea, hope in my heart,
dreams galore, love abound.

A part of me is a child still,
there I am in my mom’s kitchen
taking in aromas of spices and love,
I still sit on my dad’s armchair
on the porch, watching a sunset golden.

There I am, listening to grandma’s stories
picking tiffs with my brother,
eating mangoes in the backyard
jumping on muddy puddles with pals,
not a care in the world
Greasy faces, rosy hearts.

Oh! the child in me is still
a part of the adult me,
egging me on to chase dreams,
to weave hopes, to manoeuvre
through the troughs and peaks
and keep on moving
towards the sea,
against the wind.

Million Hues of Black

Darkness has impossible depths
and hues that deepen at each step
down the abyss that never ends
I know, for into it I plunge,
me and my sunken heart.

An incessant ringing in my ear
a silence that is deafening
Away, I urge my feet to carry me,
away from the darkness that
is screeching its way into me.

In the midst of life, I am not alive
I am broken and I am defeated
by the pain, by the silence, by me.
The abyss of darkness I am in now
with its million hues of black
seeping into the cracks of
the millions dreams I had.