The Awakening

Awash in your glory, 

I lie naked and bare. 

Your gentle caress, 

of that I'm aware.

Love makes me want to

peel off my layers.

Tell me, when you see me,

do I give you a scare?

30/08/14

Meet me at Dawn

It's been a long, cold, lonely night
I've been lost in the shadows of the past
I fell into abyss, 

of these dark-dark thoughts

The guiding stars were there all along
I had shut my eyes so tight, I had!
I'd missed to see them, 

blind as I was...

You've been searching for me in the day
as I've been looking for you in the night
will our paths ever cross, 

will we ever unite?

These hearts, they cannot connect
we've got to meet at a point, 

but don't you cross over,
be lost in these forests of the night.

Meet me there, 

my lost-lost love!
at the end of the night,
at the beginning of light...

Wait for me there, my sweet
at the brink of time, 

where the shadows cross over to the light.

Meet me at Dawn.

Yamini Chandra

Stars in her eyes

She glides across the dark blue skies

with stars in her eyes

...waiting, hesitant, expecting 

their paths to collide

...that sweet serendipity

when they burst into flames

and knock off their shells

...the impenetrable walls that they've built 

and guarded over the years.

17/01/2014

खामोशी

नहीं यहाँ कोई आहट
ना किसी के होने का एहसास ;
ख़यालों का ये शोर है ...
इनही से है गुफ्तगूं ,
इनही से दिल मिलनसार है ।
कभी सोचती हूँ मान ही लूं
कि येही मेरे हमराज़ हैं ,
फिर सोचती हूँ
कि ये भी क्या बात है ।

10/08/2013

About this lad...

I must tell you about this lad
He came from a far-away land...
Not in an armour, shining and bright
Nor on a horse, glistening white.
He did not sweep me off my feet
Or tell endless tales of his glorious feats.
He did not even try to charm and delight
He just kept the conversation light.
And when we parted on a merry note
He handed me a glass rose.

We typed more than we talked
Texted and texted whole night long...
For in the rush of the day
We were busy, happy and gay.
Present elsewhere, but always in thought
Each, the other's company, sought.
And though in distance, we were far apart
They were his words, that touched my heart.
He has travelled far and wide
And yet, in his roots, he seeks a bride.

Each so different from the other
Must've been intriguing, rather.
His voice- tender, behold!
Comes straight from his heart- pure gold.
Never the one to say- 'No'
I think he's a good sport!
His adventures, I find exciting
Bungee jumping, biking and hiking...
I'm a dreamer and he's a doer
In him, I may have found a partner...