It is the midweek,
It is the waning moon,
Am I waiting for you
A little too soon?
It is the midweek,
It is the waning moon,
Am I waiting for you
A little too soon?
Our souls are like plastic:
Non degradable,
Only upgradable,
Through many recycles
-read, life cycles-
the chrysalis is peeled
Made open and bare.
Therefore,
Save our Souls
Is a misnomer.
To all the lucky brothers,
Who have sisters,
To all the lucky sisters,
Who have brothers,
Happy Raksha Bandhan.
To those brothers and sisters
Who don't,
There are millions other Indians
Who don't have one either.
Choose one,
Silently.
You could choose the bravehearts
Who became one
With the Triranga today.
But then, you would still remain
Bereft of a brother in this world.
And yet, you would be
Such a proud sister!
Happy Raksha Bandhan!
Have you noticed?
Love triangles are never
Equilateral.
Often times they're right angled,
Which would be so comic,
If it were not so tragic,
Love triangle, and rightly angled?
No tilt will work!
There are no happy endings
(at least, for one of the vertices)
In love triangles.
We are in the same boat.
Whether she is sailing smooth,
Whether she has sprung a leak,
Still, ever the best ship.
Happy 'nother day of friendship!
My Pole Star
Was under a cloud,
So, I asked Google
For directions -
To my True North.
Google didn't have an answer.
I can't wait for the cloud
To go away,
I will find my way,
Blindfolded, but with your heart.
Perhaps I'll ride
My own longitude,
And find my True North.