Night Cape

In the womb of night

We whisper soft lies

To our beloved ones

To make them believe

In this make believe world

Of stars sequined on Earth

And moon's conquest of the sky

A Cinderella tale of fairies and wands

As fickle as the seasons 

As free-willed as dunes of sand

Breezes that blow of wants and angst

Shall whip away in no time

The princess of no-land

Then whom shall we whisper

Those unabashed lies

Of stars spreadeagled on Earth

And skyless moon maligned

The Visitors

I watch all day long

Crows and squirrels

Prancing up and down

The Champa* tree

I wish I could grow lighter feet

To cuddle the clouds

Touch the top of the trees

Flap wings across the sky

The visitors to my garden

Teach me to aspire

Beyond the limits of

My earthy skills and

Narrow domain of

Mundane worries

And cheap, unexciting thrills

Champa :Magnolia Champaka or Champak Tree

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Healing Centre

 I haul my bags in and am greeted with a "you are late."

I pause

scraping of wheelers

hurts the silence

No way I can go back. She extends her hands and smilingly burrows me with a warm hug.

oh!

this weight of 

frozen steps

"You will get used to it." There's a twinkle in her eyes. How does she know what I am going through?

quagmire

deep down we are

all the same

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