I know that I will see you - again.

It happens too rarely

in Life that we are sure

of certain things.
Neither reason works 

nor logic,

there is no paradigm;

but the complex workings

of the heart have rarely

followed a pattern.

I am uncertain of my tomorrows;

an identity crisis haunting me;

there aren't many things that

I am sure about - except this one.

Don't ask me why or how

For I don't know that now..

But out of all my unknowns,

I know that I will see you - again.

Someday, somewhere -

and I know I would still care.

It could be tomorrow when the sky is uneven

or it could be years until we are sixty-seven.

It could be your favorite blue tee under the pines

or it could be your cane with laughter lines.

It could be a coffee shop

or a mall or the airport;

or it could be the same place 

where I had seen you last - 

across the road.

But I hope I see you later,

much later -

when were both stronger,

smarter and better;

because if I see you now,

I might fall for you again

and you will wash over me 

like the gentle rain.

Don't ask me why or how

For I don't know that now..

But out of all my unknowns,

I know that I will see you - again.

Patch me Up

The diffused sunlight spills
onto my palms as if saying
their final goodbyes,
it will be a long time
before this sunshine
touches my skin again.

I had come in
with a heavy heart
because I had to leave
home to be here;
I leave tomorrow
with a heavier heart
because I am
leaving home - again.

I leave with the intention
of coming back,
with holes in my soul
and I know you will
patch me up.
You will heal me
and one day,
I will become
this diffused sunlight
spilling on somebody's palms.

Hole in your Soul

It's weird to bid farewell
for you can never tell
if this would be the last time
that you see them with the
fire in their eyes,
that you hear them laugh,
that you share a coffee or a joke
or that you hold them close.

It's weird because
you think you are ready
for the parting;
but you are never really
ready for the impact.
You leave behind so many people,
so many places, and
so many pieces of you -
each one burning a hole
in your very soul.

And when you are really far
and when you look within
your soul will look like a nebula -
the holes lighting up from within
like stars in the night sky.
Because even when you part
they stay - stay in these lit-up holes.

Their light will remind you of
the laughter lines,
and bygone times.
You will be incomplete
and yet, sublime.

Uncertain lights.

How do you know
which way to go
when all roads
are covered in snow?
The air is foggy
and the light is scattered;
who knows what they shine upon.

Every decision demands
a review, calls for a cross-check
The signs change, the years wear
and nobody cares.

The only rope I hang
on to, is the hope
that one day everything will sort out
and things will be okay;
where the larks of the dark
give way to the light of a new day.

Looking for answers

These questions that call out to you
in the dark hours of nights,
where are their answers hidden?

These roads that have no signposts
where are they headed?

These pages that are yellowing with time
what happens after they decay?

These beams of moonlight that are streaming in
through the gap in the clouds,
what are they enlightening?

These questions that never cease,
these doubts that burn holes in my mind,
can you help me find these answers?

At the cross road.

Standing at the cross-road,
and looking up at the crescent moon
between the lines of electric wires,
I realized how much in sync
the world around me moves with
the world inside of me.

I stand between so many barbed wires
unable to decide which bleeds me,
which binds me, and which sets me free.
The noise of the rushing traffic
from all directions,
waiting for the lights to go green
is so similar to the thoughts
in the mind - waiting, pausing,
and then zooming past so fast
it's all a blur.

Standing at the cross road today,
I realized how the scared, shy girl
has learnt to cross the road
at the ever-so-busy junction.
Someday soon, I will learn to beat the
traffic inside my head too.

The Small Town Girl

But I have always been the
walk-under-the-neon-lights-on-a-breezy-silent-night;

I can never be the
dancing-away-intoxicated-in-the-mad-crowd-at-the-pub.

I have always been
breathe-the-sight kind of girl;

I will never get used to
run-or-the-car-will-hit-you girl.

I have always been dodging controversies,
and I thought Life was so hard;
but I have realized that it's easier than
dodging the 8am traffic on a 10-lane road.

I will and I wish to stay the
small town girl that I have always been.
I will never be the
high heeled metro chic.

I don't want to lose myself in the rush;
Because I have always wanted to find myself between breaths.