A small place

 Deep saffron hued-beauty appears suddenly in the sky.

As my eyes look at the Moon,

a gentle breeze envelops me.

Quiet. So quiet all around me.

A dim hum of the cars roaring in the city I see,

in front of me.

The dazzling lights are so far,

yet in my sight.

I see the quietness of the hills nearby and the mountains afar.

And the dazzling city lights in my sight. 

No love for big cities anymore,

I love the smallness of a place.

The hills and the sea,

the quietness where I hear a kid cry,

or the cars roar from afar.

No love for Mumbai or London anymore.

Don't take me to Amsterdam anymore.

Give me the smallness of a place.

Belfast, you changed me!

Deep as this night darkens

Going by my husband's request to write travel blogs with a very sympathetic face,  I have got this urge to pen down some thoughts. 

Deep as this night darkens, 

My thoughts plunge within my mind. 

In the quietness of the moment, 

true thoughts are born. 

I struggle to write my travels, 

but verses come easy to me. 

Verses are my companion 

For the lonely days and nights. 

They keep me safe from the beast of empty (negative) thoughts 

They hold my hand and take me to a world far away from 

Imaginary sounds and images. 

No blackness of thoughts can touch me when you are with me. 

The other world is far away from here. 

This is me speaking to my inner core

My mind is pouring its thoughts on a bright screen. 

A screen that will soon transfer my thoughts to the wider world. 

And strike a chord somewhere with someone, one day I hope. 

As I lay in my bed 

Deep in my thoughts 

I'm forced to close my eyes 

To gather my stream of consciousness. 

I see the tricks you play. 

I'm lulled to sleep 

Yet i wake up on the edge 

Only to dive in again. 

(Posting today but has been in my draft since 2019)

Perfect Storm

Nothing is working out, 

Everything is fine

The world is going fine

But nothing is working out. 

The surface is calm

And I'm strong

But nothing is right

It's a perfect storm.

Waiting for the wheels to move,

To kick me out of this storm.

Calm me down,

Don't let the perfect storm ruin me.

Blackbird (Tasha Sultana)

Have you seen that blackbird?

Comin' down the line

Can't you hear that whistle blowin?

Part is blowin' out of time

Have you seen that blackbird?

I guess it's long gone now

Like the wind, it carries me away

And like the lightnin', it slowly thunders

When it rains down on me

When it rains down

When it rains down on me

Watch 'til it clears

Watch 'til it clears

A room full of strangers

A room full of strangers,

that it was meant to be. 

A room full of strangers,

I knew but didn't see.

Known and unknown, 

merged together,

Like two buttered toasts.

Spoken and unspoken,

Words didn't matter.

It's a room full of strangers, 

With 50 shades of black.

Nothing hurts, nothing left to see.

Night is getting dark and off I must be 

Because it is a room full of strangers 

And there is nothing more to see. 

Child

You say a child was better,

The adult is not yours to be.

Well ofcourse father, 

Why will he?

A child can't speak nor protest.

Meekly agrees to everything said.

Ofcourse a child is better,

A pliable, blendable playdoh.

With nothing to know,

Nothing to see.

But for your eyes and your words

Taken to heed.

Ofcourse a child is better, 

Sunset and sunrise begin with you

For he doesn't know any other.

Life begins at 40, 

For a child is not to be.

The powerful hand

 

You shall be remembered as the King.

Die with a Pyramid to guard you,

to be remembered for centuries.

There lived a cruel King,

a man of unimaginable wealth

Gold gilded castle with its Baroque magnificent door.

A lone man and his robot hand,

the invention of a rich man

to fight his enemies off

or scare the innocent into pliancy. 

I shall turn to ashes to dust to ashes

but rest in peace forever shall I,

for you will be exhumed one day,

like the cursed Tutankhamun.