Night Feels

Open the curtains

To see a night

Stripped

Of its stars

No moon

To distract those watching

Keenly,

No paraphernalia

To divert from the relentless fact

That

The night felt lonely

Who was awake, aware

Noticed

The absence of light

So persistently reflecting

The silent waters of souls

No moon

To make them jump with

Its mocking gravity

And make them forget

That they too were like the night

Lonely

Because no one was there

To ask her

If she was afraid of ghosts

They never listened to her gasp

Helplessly watching sleep drown people

In the oceans of their dreams

Uncaring as they called out in the darkness

But what could the night do?

As they blamed her in the morning

She had no horses to send…

This sad, sad feeling

She knew too well

And so did those

Who felt

Yet, she knew

In an unsaid strength of her own soul

That she had to move on schedule,

To smile in grace, even as she felt tremors

Gaining in momentum underneath

She and they and the cracks,

Knew

That she wasn’t alone!

#This poem is inspired by the painting NightHawks by Edward Hopper

Comics( A Mother’s Letter)

Dear Son,

Your name always is a to my ears. I know you are in the land of  and may be enjoying there but hey, remember the women who got you to grow out of your . I hope the Americans aren’t treating you like a . Did you see the  books you wanted to buy?Hope memories of home are as sticky as  butter for you.

Your Dearest Mother,

Ana.

Rain

The heat builds up like blocks. The temperatures shoot surprisingly. Dogs lick themselves like a balm that will keep them cool. It seems like the entire host in the heavens is collecting ingredients for the feast of rain. The trees are bedecked awaiting their favorite season. The farmer’s family waits with bated breath.

Then the thunder rolls, the band playing for the arrival of the king and the entire sky is lit up by lightning.

The drops start coming like cold prickly sweets from the sky.

The trees sway with joy and bliss. Their dry leaves transform to the most vibrant of greens. The cuckoo increases the volume of its singing. The wind whistles through windows inviting people to join the rainy procession. There is the smell of earth shaking hands with the stench of gutters overflowing. The taste of sweet raindrops lingers on people’s tongues and so does the cold lashes of rain on their bodies.

The rain is like a mother:-lashing us when we are wrong but lovingly caressing us when we are right.

Blue

Surrounded by blue all over,

The color engulfs her like flame,

In the water, she hovers,

With nothing in mind and nothing to blame.

 

A shoal of fish greets her,

As they pass by joyfully,

They are light cerise, with ultramarine stripes, they go on to whirr,

As the old brown turtle follows them coolly.

 

The mauve corals bow towards her,

No one hints what is going to happen,

Or the impending danger,

As someone watches her jade pendant from her den.

 

The sunlight penetrates the water,

Like an arrow in an enemy’s heart,

Her home is becoming a blur,

As she dives into nature’s work of art.

 

 

The pendant is a jade sphere,

It shines with its own luminosity,

It holds the power of life in water,

And the sea creatures’ dignity.

 

But a pair of spooky eyes observes,

Each swish and wave caused by her movement,

Waiting for the right moment to catch one of the underwater nerves,

And rise from the position of Under Water Lint.

 

The wicked witch strikes,

The time is right,

She reaches for the pendant with nails like spikes,

 Never has she found a time so bright.

 

The mermaid flinches unsure of what is happening,

She pulls out her magic dagger of emerald,

Her destiny is flapping,

if she doesn’t act fast, the sea will no more yield.

 

She manages to escape the clutches of the witch’s chain,

yet scarred she is on the face,

she rejoices in pain,

as the jade is safe with grace.

 

The witch scowls,

her ambush has failed,

she is still a part of the fowls,

only a scar she has mailed.

 

The mermaid proceeds home,

her happiness at its prime,

now she was free, back into the blue to roam,

as she escaped a heinous crime.