Waiting for You....

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and wrap me in your arms, so tightly that no pain, no bitterness, no spite can get to me. Your love will guard me against all that and more!

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and kiss me tenderly on my forehead so that I can look up into your eyes and find them telling my favorite story – the one that you keep to yourself, of how much you love me; of how you will never let go of me!

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and take me away, into your own world, where there will be just the two of us, where there will be bliss, where I can finally say that I have come Home!  

Its You!

There are times when am all alone, and my inner demons corner me and try to beat the hell out of me. And I think of You. Your thought saves me and saves the day – it helps me get a grip on myself and I fight back, knowing that You want me to. 

There are times when confusion barges in, and with the cacophony of opinions around, it goes on to reign supreme. And I think of You again. And I am able to tune out the noise, rein in the madness, because I can’t afford to let you down.

There are times when I just want to run away. And I pack my bags. And I think of You, yet again. And then I stop, right in my tracks. Because I know You love me and won’t let go of me ever. 

It is You, and it will always be You. ‘You’ are Love, ‘You’ are Life.

Raining Memories, Reigning memories

It is raining. And it is ushering in memories. Memories that have nothing to do with the rain, but in essence echo the spirit of rain. Free falling, liberating, healing – rain makes me feel free, makes me feel light, makes me feel at peace…with myself.


It is raining. And am letting go… Letting go of all that was pulling me down, holding me back – the tears get washed away, and embalm the bleeding wounds.

It is raining. And the noise around is getting tuned out. The soul falls quiet. And speaks...just to Me. Softly but clearly. We understand each other perfectly. And I fall in love, all over again…with that little girl who, decades back, had stepped out in the rain one evening, squealing in joy as the little droplets had kissed her brown skin.

It is raining. And the boundaries are getting blurred. The woman has receded into the background. Let the little girl reign…for now.

That Sudden Smile

I had planned to cry myself to sleep. To let the pain finally take over, no longer trying to snuff it out. Yeah, all this while it had been roaring, trying to fight its way to the surface. And I had been pleading with it and at times, just smothering it and trying to keep myself in order.

But at the fag end of the day, on my way back home, my mind chose to skate lightly on the fading moments.

Some of them stood out – they had somehow managed to make me smile – and it had been a heartfelt smile, and not a cursory one. It might have been that unexpected friendly smile when I was expecting to be taken to task or that heartwarming gesture which showed that some still cared for that shy mouse of a girl who was always on edge.

And I just realized – Life has its own offbeat ways of making you smile…