Little Girl.

Little Girl,
Realise.
There is no home for you.
There will be no lighthouses for you.
You gender would not let you have one.

Society likes you
Enslaved. Domesticated.
That inner fire estinguished.
Those dreams trampled on.

The fantasy of knight in the shining armour,
Is not that great after all.
He saves you from the crowd.
But enslaves you after all.

You are your own home.
Your own light house.
Your own knight.
Shine bright.

The Hills and The Plains

You stir me to instil life in emotions
I thought were long dead
Resting in peace
To never move me

The unbound love
And the age of innocence
The peace of simply being
The magic in the sunlit corridors

Roll it on hon. We have only today.
With the careless clouds you smoke away,
I am ceaselessly whirled into your spell,
Tracing sunbeams filtering your eyelashes.

When you will be away in the hills,
Know your imprints remain fresh.
The glow fades away,
But heart stays young.

In the cold nights of plains,
When chilly breezes will blow,
And I traverse rocky roads alone,
My feet will miss your warmth.
But the heart will know best.

This Close

Let these colourful lights be lost in cold fog.
As you hold me close.

This close,
Your eyes tell secrets you had held back for so long.

This close,
Your warmth is all I feel.
And rest is eternal numbness of world that surrounds.

It may be the alcohol talking.
But then, I would rather be oblivious to this cruel world.

The Wild Horse

I run to dust off 
The lethargy that had settled in
I run
Dusting it off in a poof 
Off my shoulder

As I run
I break the shackles
Those that had come to entangle me over time
I break them one by one
Piece by piece

I run to swallow sunlight
As it seeps down filtered through the trees
I stretch up my neck greedily
To absorb in more of it

I run to
Soak in the freshness
And I breathe deeper
Not to miss out any of it

I run
To let winds play with my hair
I run 
To see the world around move
Like a poetry in motion

I run to break free.

Mr. Coy

Perplexes me as to why my fearless candor
Does not pull you out of your reticence

As you make me unravel layer by layer
I draw a blank from you

Open your arms to me
For I know what you hide beneath your visceral appeal
And it doesn't scare me

Whom are you running away from? Not me. Yourself.
Away from the child in you who loves to have me around.
Away from the teenager in you who sees magic in me.
Away from the man in you who knows no better form of peace than being in my arms