Undark woods

I prefer walking in dark woods

than the glitzy concrete road beside it

as it is

unexplored,

unassuming,

unadulterated.

With my insecurities

as my backpack,

I tread in the dark

I tip toe and poke at things in there.

Like today, I stumbled

into this burrow

where a small squirrel

is injured

I am not able to nurse the squirrel

My despair and agony and confusion

has clouded my ability

to soothe

to nurture……..

The Swing Therapy

Most of us are trying to work around our thoughts on goals,dreams,what lists to follow,what to eat for dinner,what not to eat for dinner,what color looks good on me, what is she up to, why me, why not,how to get over this and that…………………………………………………………and we go on….to pull the breaks to go to a spa or a spiritual journey far away………then I thought may be I should try sitting on the swing in the park…and Wow…some  magic wand from the sky sorted my blurry head as I composed myself in the gentle momentum of the swing…Yup so Swing Therapy it is!

an odd face in the subway…………

You drag your feet to the nearest subway to get back home….Its a long weekend…you know the rush that awaits you…the same passively excited faces of people you will see throughout the ride….then you see an ‘odd’ face..a face which has not been wore down by the mundane idiosyncrasies of life…that face is not the most beautiful face…or a glossy face that looks at you from a page of a magazine……its just an ‘odd’ warm face….which  looks familiar…which gets ingrained in your memory as that face…..which makes you remember the day as,people I met  in the day and that face…. and then the person with that face looks at you…and for a split second you share an odd comfort….a comfort of acknowledgment….and then you get off at your stop and re run all the plans for the weekend in your head…………………………………………….

I prefer to fail

I prefer to fail

to

write good stories

I prefer to keep quiet

to

count the words I speak

I prefer to made fun of

to

make things lighter

I prefer to go slow

to

enjoy the ride

I prefer to mumble

to

express my feeling……

I prefer to stop

to

start all over again…

In someone’s dream….

last night I was in some one else’s dream…..I tip toed in his world and looked around the corners…in his cupboard…under the bed….his year book….his laundry….his sketch book..where every page had an eye scribbled on it….most of the eyes were shut….i kept flipping the pages of the sketch book in order to find a sketch where the eye was wide open……….