Ordinary Universe

​Her mind is
Nothing but a wonderful blessing
Always yearning
Always growing

And here I am
But a blunt feather
Blown away by her endless wind
I float along the hush of her whisper
Enchanted
Of how grand of an angel she is
Eternally too big
And too much
To fit in
Our ordinary universe.

Scribbles in Sheets

​Scribbles in sheets-

Hues differ from another-

Faces of their kind

Vulnerably carved.

Scribbles in sheets-

Covered in dust, may be,

Rather dull of nostalgia

To no degree.

Scribbles in sheets-

Apart from flesh and blood-

Are what keeps us all

Human.

Secrets

Doesn’t matter

How we try and hide

A piece of our puzzle.

One way or another

Upon the casting light

Its shadow will reveal

What remains in the riddle

We refused to hear.

Woman

A Woman is not episodal—
a thirty-minute watch,
She does not come in a flash,
She is a whole—
the sequel to bestseller
the author to author

A Woman is neither a day
nor a night,
that wakes and sleeps
along the sun and stars,
She is an endless tale—
one to behold a lifetime

She is the classic—
living in Beethoven’s music,
She is the fire—
the only one I see in your eye

And as long as She lives—
I’d never die.