MOMENTS..

Immersed in the feel

Flipping through the pages

A few verses irresistible

Made me forget myself..

.

It was pure pain

Not merged with pleasure

Contemplating,I feel it

While sitting in leisure..

.

Past is best forgotten

Silently,I let go..

Mixture of varied emotions

Confused state of mind..
.
Now in this moment
As I become you
Be still and allow
And dance in ecstasy..

~~payal~~

वो पल..

वो पल भी अजीब थे

वक़्त थम गया था

ओस से भीगी पत्तियों पर

कोई नगमे लिख गया था 

नवजीवन का प्रकाश 

धीमे स्वर का आभास 

कुछ न होने से

कुछ होना अच्छा

सुखद एहसास दिलाती

कुछ यादें ही सही

~~पायल~~

The Aftermath..

In the state of half consciousness
in the presence of the moment
with half closed eyes
the mind wanders..
half here and half there

Raw unfabricated feelings

expecting the unexpected
hesitantly

darkness subsides
half dead and half alive

The lingering traces persists

the fragmented scars, haunts and stares

seemingly sound

malady pine

half whitish and half red

~~payal~~

I LOVE THE RAINS(an acrostic)

Impressions of the thorns when prick your heart....

Longing again;for a reason....

Out of the closet you come,get drenched in the

Vagary of the season....

Expunging memories everlasting,eyes redden!

Troubles are more,treat your pain..

Hide your tears,lest in vain..

Enjoy!Come....feel the rain!

Rejuvenate your soul

And keep your spirits alive....

Indulge in the purity

Nourish your SELF and

Survive!

~~payal~~

Intoxicated..

Intoxicated..

The universe conspires

And reflects the secrecy

That rainbows behold..

Wait!

Do not judge!

You are no closer

To what I say..

Can’t you see?

The walls are getting thicker

Day by day..

Break these walls!!

Else you'll break!

Ah!This inexplicable madness!!

Perhaps,

I've lost my words

in oblivion..

The rain,

Now,

Flows in veins..

~~payal~~

From where I saw...

Burning at the stake,

Clouds came to rescue

And the desert smiled

In all its glory..

In the busy streets,

In isolation,

Storyteller lived

Breathing his story..

During all this while,

In quiet corner,

Poetry cried..

In awe, the poet sighed..

I heard somewhere in the heart of the city,

The thorns pricked deeply and the flowers wilted....

~~payal~~

Tonight....

Tonight..

Let the words flow freely
from the pulsating energy
of stillness..

From behind the closed doors
comes the haunting noises
of deafening silences..

Create a mysterious world
and fill the void
with your sweet fragrance..



~~payal~~