This Night

We lay on the moist grass

A soft wind blew. The cold

Had taken leave, summer

Had not yet stomped in.

It was the beautiful in-between season

When tiny flowers unabashedly coloured

And the nights were cloaked in a cooling hug.


The black trees swayed gently above us

The stars seemed so close and the sky so near

That it seemed they’d fall on us any moment.


But all I could see was your tender smile

And the shadows of leaves softly touching your face

As the sky shone softly in your eyes,

I realized I could always see this night

In you. 


Silent Raindrops

Crowded corridors, its darkness disturbed

By noisy footsteps and colourful jackets.

Loud chatter, disrupting the sacred silence,

Clashing with the grim, dark sky.


Walking amidst the noise, amidst the colour,

I long for a minute of quiet and a hint of grey

But the people around almost mute out

The perfect silence of the day.


But suddenly, as if heeding

The quiet cries locked up in me,

The sky broke apart to let it rain,

The pattering of the rain blending perfectly

With the silence of the sky.


I watched the raindrop fall gently down

Sliding shyly to kiss the grass,

And I realized that it was alright 

To feel lonely in a crowd,

To cry without tears.


I will find you one day,

Amidst the crowd and the colours,

We’ll meet in silence, invisible, 

Like raindrops drenching the earth.

The Constants

Some things remain with you, after everything else disappears

The comforting harmony of the night, the cold which hugs you tight.

When you try to remember, you hear laughter and picture bright lights

Was there really no pain then, or is this how you choose to picture it?

But now, what haunts you is the eerie conversations between silences

The forced smiles, the glances you indulge in before pretending not to see.


Things you thought were constant collapse so quickly, 

They replace you with one-dimensional memories of you

And when they see you, they see a memory they chose to preserve,

Gradually, even that shadow of you fades away, and you see

Their eyes, blinking to fit you into an image you outgrew years ago.


They become speeding cars, making your heart thud for just a moment

Before they soar past you, leaving you on the street kissed by dim lamps.

In the end, that is what you remember: the soft light which shone bravely

After all the other lights were put out, the gentle breeze fanning your tears.


They fade away soon, and you force yourself to stop caring

Loneliness is sticky like honey; its taste clings to your mouth,

You gaze at the sleeping sky, the grass peering longingly above

And you remember the constants, everything that stayed with you,

While you were too busy running after sun beams and mirages.

This Moment

The green grass dances gracefully

With the gentle breeze teasing them

The trees above my head softly whisper

With the wind, which plays with my hair

Tiny ants crawl across my skin

Busy with their own worries and troubles

The earth below me still holds shy evidence

Of the passionate affair it had with the rain.


The noise of cars moving in the distant bridge

Is masked by the song of a bird’s occasional cry

And the gentle rushing of the river to join me.

As I sit here, alone, in the silence of the trees

Away from the dullness and pain of everyday life

with everything around me working in soft, absolute harmony,

I wonder whether this is what heaven tastes like,

And suddenly, I want this moment to last,

Even after I’m gone

NaPoWriMo Day#22

NaPoWriMo Day#22: Write a poem related in some way to Earth Day


I stand barefoot, feeling

The soft grass and the ants

Moving beneath it and on my skin.

I feel the breeze pulling the river

Towards me, and my hair towards the river.

I lie down. and watch the branches of  trees

Shyly kissing each other, and

The clouds moving softly up above.

Lying here, with not  a person next to me,

I feel complete.


I let the breeze widen my smile.