“When Mumbai lost it’s heart to Aarhus, Here without you, Mumbai is To-Let”

Cravings I pluck

Red roses Scent of Musk

Hanging legs

Over promenade

Here without you

Sun refuses Dusk

Now the Sun don’t set

Arabian sea don’t wet

The clouds don’t fly

And Mumbai don’t sweat

Cravings I collect

From abundance I select

Dry footprints

On the shoreline

Here without you

Marine drive is To-Let

Now love birds won’t love

And the cops won’t shoo

High waves won’t splash

Nobody would morning walk too

Nothing is same

Yet nothing has changed

City of dreams

Awaits the landing of your Plane

“Grab a bite of the sun in Aarhus”

Greetings to my Queen, for her first Morning!

The Sun
Has risen
So high
It blossoms

Hung in between
Set and Rise
It radiates brilliance
For you it shines

It’s the same sun
That is over my head
The sun that is going to greet you
The best morning you ever had

We are not away,
No, not us

The Magnificent Sun connects us,
And keeps us close

And if in the northern winter
You find yourself cold..
You grab a bite
Of the sun in Aarhus

I will trace your bite marks on the sun
And etch it like a tattoo on myself

For you are my universe
My sun is inside you
My world my soul,
They reside deep inside you

The Sun
Has risen
So high
It blossoms

It’s the same sun
That is over my head
The sun that is going to greet you
The best morning you ever had

We are not away,
No, not us

The Magnificent Sun connects us,
And keeps us close

And if in the northern winter
You find yourself cold

You grab a bite
Of the sun in Aarhus!

“Everything is you, but not fear”

The world is big
And is new
It’s seems strange
And scary too

You might wish
For a corner or two
And hide your face
Shedding tears too

But all that grief
Vanishes as you believe
The truth of progeny
Mother nature is unity

What was here
Is better there
Mumbai sucks
Aarhus has better air

Breathe some for me
And get fair
Bring me my love back
With the air

My love finds you
With every such passing breeze
It will find you
In the humming of bees
In the hustling of trees
In the rattle of leaves
In the sprouting of seeds

In the nation of the heaven
Of the Vikings and their treasure
Eagle has landed;
She is my soldier

Her foot prints etch earth
Glistening skin match mirth
Vibrant eyes water pure
And her smiles, pure lure..

I feel I am swaying
To the tune of her love
The world is new and so is us
Let’s make it better by starting it with us.

Always a key to your heart 💓

One Hundreth’ day

The day when I first started this blog, there were one hundred days to-go for her to leave the country.

I had expected to write one poem everyday untill today.

Clearly, I was avoiding a face off with my feelings.

Today is that day.

She is leaving.

And it hurts.

A lot.

But…

I love this hurt.

This hurt – it validates the truth in my feelings that I nurture for her.

Every morning – I water the garden of emotions that sway in whole; with blooming flowers of love.

Today, for one last time, she is breathing the same air as me, she is walking on the same land as me, and for one last time, I can realise that the love of my life is just a stone’s throw away from me.

From tomorrow, she will be in a land where normally Phoenix’s fly to…

Like a phoenix that she is flying tonight…

To the land of ice and rain, bliss and gain…

I write a few lines, with love like pain.

She let her radiance fall on me

To make me rise

Like a Phoenix...

She let her love fill in me

To make me rise

Like a Phoenix...

Phoenix

She fly…So high..

Like a diamond in the sky

Phoenix

She fly…So high..

Like a diamond in the sky

She let her heart pump blood for me

To make me alive

Like a Phoenix...

She let her feathers build me a wing

To make me fly…so high

Like a Phoenix

Phoenix

She fly…So high..

Like a diamond in the sky

Phoenix

She fly…So high..

Like a diamond in the sky.

Know this, girl, my heart has packed it’s bags and is moving along with you.

It will keep you highly happy, and deeply loved.

Farvel… my friend, and my everything else.

Lover’s Block!

Two weeks 
plus one day,
You will be gone
someday.

I was to write,
verses hundred
before you flew
far and away one day.

Could write nothing
as if stuck in quick sand
Letting love go is like
Waves parting ways with bandstand.

I will still love you
dry, parched or dead
You are the beats
my heart never had.

Tears flood,
on missing chances of building life with her
We could have been together
only if i had listened to her

Every morning i wake up
i feel her hair on my face
She will be long gone soon
Yet i would wake up drenched in her trace.