Every night I shed tears
Every morning I smile
I hope I fly free
Before my nights get too long,
And there’s no smile or song.
Sunrise, Sunset… February 24, 2008
He February 21, 2008
He waited not for me
At the banks of the river,
He brought not for me
Garlands of scented flowers.
He spoke not to me
Of things great and small;
He brought with him
a great palanquin
Studded with gems;
He promised to make me
the Queen of his heart.
Will you please go tell him
I am no Queen?
that I have mud on my feet
and my clothes are torn ?
I have to go pick mangoes
with Kishan today ;
Will you go and tell him,
that I am no queen?
Hmm… February 21, 2008
When dawn creeps into my hut
and the skies smile on dew-laden flowers
I send you a verse, wrapped in sunlight,
Who says dreams are for the night?
