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)