Living In A Dream..

What would it be like..

To live in a dream?

To walk barefoot

Among shadows

From citrus morning

To smoky dusk...

And to dissolve

At the turn of a day.

No looking back,

No good byes.

To just be

The carefree song

Of a gypsy night.

A browning journal

With no "To do list"

Or "Places you must see".

Just a few scribblings..

Found and lost

Along the way.

What would it be like

To wait on the horizon

In an illusion

A dear lie...

Forever.

And be forgiven.

To slip away unnoticed

Behind the clouds...

No more promises

And all wishes resigned.

(c)Ankur Srivastava

Home

Their is a place,
Where days are painted in bliss,
And laughters ring,
Of trivial chats, comforting words.
It's called home.

If you look back you can see,
Your childish wish,
Still shimmering in warm nights.
A jerk of heart and tears rolling
On dusty evenings.

Where words are true,
And expressions pure,
Where prayers spell of faith...
And promises are kept.
Such a place is still there,
It's called home.

I once chased the questions,
Of curious mind.
My wish to fly,
I wanted to explore
The greens, the browns, the blue.

Now, I seek answers,
For a restless soul.
I have sold my wings,
And got my little slippers,
I am running away,
Running back,
I am running home.

copyright(c) Ankur Shrivastava

Love Calls Back

The cuckoo responds to the return of spring
From the sweet smelling mango trees.

Or, perhaps the spring comes back
On the soulful call of little cuckoo.


The rains answer the prayers
Of a thirsty, bald, burning earth.

The earth welcomes the rain song
With intoxicating earthy scent,
Tender green twigs spring up.


Flowers bloom at the outbreak of dawn,
As the glorious morning sun
Romance with their delicate petals.

It is the yearning of innocent buds
That calls back the sun every morning.


Such is the nature of love
The way two lovers regroup,
It seems eternal
And yet the moments race away.
Only to be relived and rediscovered.


May be, you pulled me back
May be, I knocked at your doors.
We are together again,
And everything else has faded away.

Eternal Bliss

I tiptoe into the noisy town,
One more dusty afternoon.
A little child crying in a corner.
I split a candy into two,
We shared a sweet smile.

The day is breezy again.
A small window opens at dawn,
Dew drops sparkle in the sun,
A momentary bliss to hold on to.
The numbness in my tearful eyes
Evaporate with a ray of hope,
Giving way to nascent dreams.
A thousand wishes live again.

On a lost way in mid desert,
There is an oasis at last.
I thank the mirages,
They kept me going for so long.

A stormy, gloomy, rainy evening,
A bud opens reluctantly,
A bird hides in my little hut.
Rainbow slowly unfolds its beauty,
I walk on the dissolving colors.
Sweet earthy smell shows me way.

Hide And Seek

You remember that tube-well?
How I filled my little bucket,
And we sprayed all the water around,
A bucket full of joy.

And when we chased butterflies
In those bushes of laughter,
When I brushed your curly hair,
How your sweet giggle rang.
Butterflies, I set them free.

You always said,
I was so awful at fishing.
At the riverside in long afternoons
When your little rose reddened
With frustration and anger.
It was all I fished for.

You will be sad to know this,
Our little mud castle
Was washed away in one rain.

The Gulmohar we planted together
Has grown big but it's still young.
Trees never grow old,
They never leave their air...

Now this game of hide and seek
Has gone too long;
The sun is about to set.
Tired, I give up now,
Common and say "Den!".
I am waiting.
Let's play a new game.