A long way from home

For the marooned astronaut

Home is a small blue spot

A sailor who lost his compass

Will call the nearest land home

For the secluded prisoner

Home is the letter that will never arrive

The faces around the bonfire

Is home for the man away from his tribe

The thoughtful philosopher will say

Home is what he has not learned

For the meditating monk

Home is a promise called heaven

For lovers living apart

Home is where they last met

Home is different for everyone

A place where we are buried alive

Mercy Killing

If my pain is like a cave

I am buried deep inside

With nothing left to crave

Death was standing beside

They took my ring while I slept

The visitors looked at the floor

Nobody said bye when they left

No one cared to close the door

Paralyzed eye lids will not close

Staring at an indifferent world

I will die with my eyes open

I waited for them to pull the plug

The train I never caught

The journey is lauded as exotic

Existing route to happiness

A place most visited

I bought a ticket too

The faces I will meet

The food I will share

The laugh I will cause

The love I will spread

I packed in a hurry

On my way to station

I came across a robin’s nest

Fallen from comfort

I walked past the nest

A cry pierced my heart

I could not, I will not

I have a train to catch

I spotted the mother robin

A mannequin of helplessness,

hanging on to a branch

What a terrible nest you made?

I picked the nest up

Three blue eggs, not a scratch

I looked at the robin

You do know how to weave

I climbed the robin’s tree

She flew higher to a wide branch

And tapped it with her beak

I placed the nest there

I ran to the station

Waving the ticket at no one

I was 25 minutes late

The train had left

I will not see happy faces

The food will get cold

The laughter will not be heard

The love will not be seen

I sat down near a pillar

I thought about the three lives,

inside the blue shell

I smiled..

The Longing...

She came to a sudden halt

After running for answers

Staring at the moment’s fault

The rain drowned her whispers

I saw my fear in her eyes

The question lay in our midst

When a part of something dies

Nothing will justify the twist

Her eyes spoke not to leave

Her face a fracture of concern

Like martyrs to time’s weave

We fell apart never to return

Adventures in love we created

Became memories I dread to visit

Debris of a love knowingly defeated

Floats around which I can not resist

The living Lamp

I opened an unknown door

Darkness awaited me

I dared to venture far

Soon I lost my way

While I cursed my stupidity

A fire fly came flickering

In the glow of the living lamp

I felt for the source of power

I turned the lights on

A single ‘wow’ got away

A riot of colors

On every wall, every fabric

Blue ceiling is beyond reach

Fresh flowers in every pot

The walls are pulsating

With drawings that feel

I knelt there humbled

Holding the fire fly

Praising the moment

I opened the door