I walk

I walk..

I walk with song in my step,

with wind in my hair;
I walk with wings in my legs,

with sand under my feet.

I walk with dreams in my eyes,
with a hand in my hand;

I walk with noise in my heart;

with a lull in the air.

I walk with a hole in my heart,
with water neck deep;
I walk with weight on my shoulders,
with finger pointing ahead.

I walk, for there are reasons to walk.

There is a garden at the end I hear,

with an angel in there.

Questions in my heart;

doubts in my mind;

perhaps the angel can hear,

perhaps the angel can clear.

I walk, I walk and not ask why.

Its not time to stop,

there is no time to stop.

Story of a wallet

A wallet apeared at the coffee table

seemingly ordinary and mundane.

Multiple hands pried at it

something wasn't right.

It contained all the ordinary things

money, coins and cards.

Not a thing was out of place

but something wasn't right.

It was brand new;

It wasn't torn, it wasn't soiled,

neither stuffed nor overused;

but something wasn't right.

It wasnt the only wallet there,

it didnt contain riches

It wasn't branded, infact, the opposite.

 Yes, something wasn't right.

It wasn't flashy, it wasn't cute,

it didnt have diamonds;

it even wasn't pink.

And that was what was wrong.

A woman carried a man's wallet

that was what was wrong.

A wallet was genderized

That was what was wrong.

Life stands still

The joy of camping has to be experienced. 

Getting back to the basics

the heat, the sweat, the cool breeze of midnight;

huddling inside the tent when its pouring outside

walking on the beach in the death of night; 

sleeping to the sounds of darkness

insects screeching, leaves rustling, wind howling;

therapeutic sounds of water lashing at the shore;

waking up to the raising sun on water;

sand, castles and bubbles;
chirping birds, flying kites, giggling kids;

this is where life comes to stand still ... 
or so you wish ..

The ecstasy of camping has to be experienced. 

Spine Poetry - 2

The God of small things, The lord of the rings,

Deliver us from Evil!

Looking in the modern century,

A princess remembers the great Indian novel - The tragic story for partition.

Book Spine Poetry

Came across Spine poetry on Shilpa's blog.
Spine poetry is books arranged in clusters so the spines(read book title) could be read like a sentence\poem.
Apparently, there is even a facebook page dedicated to spine poetry.

I was hooked on immediately!!
This is one of the poems I came up with using my library.

 Indira, What to expect when you are expecting?

A thousand splendid suns!! Trust me.

This is one more way to stretch your mind to boost brain power. I am sure all book lovers will love this one!
I have it in my to-do list to go to public library to make some more poems.
Coming up soon..