Maya Visai

‘Damn the glass shoes’ She ran barefoot Not away, but towards love The clock started ticking The ocean kept quiet She heard the time pass by She had one last chance, To surrender to love There she saw, her ray of hope On the dock, watching the ocean She ran towards him, Gasping for breath Her demigod turned back, His eyes filled with trust, Lips, with a gleaming smile, The clock was still ticking, She knew time would wait no more, And there she said, ‘Can i be your moon? Dear Sunshine’. His lips answered hers; Magic called her from far beyond He held her hands and wiped her tears, That silently answered her Magic. The Clock struck twelve And there she was Surrendered to their tale A tale the world will yearn for! P.S Hi, Thanks for reading it. Did you realise it was a Cinderella reference? Glass shoes and twelve o' clock? You didn’t right? Lucky you, didn't mess your life with fairy tales like I did.  A...

The cravings of the night, Made the early riser in her cry Her relationship with time, Was broken beyond fixing. She craved to go back To her fulgent Mornings And to fall in love With time, again She preferred the melody, Not the melancholy She desired to dance with the rays, Rather than sing with the moon. She preferred the early breeze With the birds chirp, Than the silent nights With the frogs Croak But she was tired of struggling She couldn't win time, Period. So She decided to play The game of acceptance She chose to get along With the sullen nights And to conquer her fear It wasn't worse as she feared Slowly She Fell in love With the darkness, That knew her agony Better than anyone did Then came a day She got her scars healed, She got her fall in place, She got her bounce back. But time decided to play again It's own favorite game It wanted to take her back To her majestic mornings...

The theatre i was sitting in bore memories of the past that i wanted to erase. I had initially avoided coming to  the very place thinking that's the best way to get over the memories. It then took me months to understand “Well that's not how it's going to work”. So I learnt about recreation. Recreating the memories with new souls. Souls that would color my past vibrantly with happier memories. So After a very long time i was brave enough to embrace the darkness and watch the Magic happen in the theatre. ( Every movie i watch in theatre is magical ). The soul that accompanied me was the wildest i have known. We chose that movie because we wanted to watch Maddy on screen and nothing else.  There was no expectations from our side but to just sit back and watch a good movie and also eat SPI’s popcorn. Well it turned out to be quite an experience. Everything about the movie was inspiring, Especially the song Maya Visai. Yes, that's how I got the name. But I wa...

It was a sparkling bright day, The clock ticked fast The Humans were in a rush I Wondered where they were headed And then i saw her, Seated With a tiny pocket mirror And a wee box of powdered bindi Her red lipstick made me smile Her hair was tightly braid Dark black with a little orange pin Her saree was elegantly draped Majestic maroon decked with sequins   A yellow thread hung in her neck, And a red stud adorned her ear She had a little tattered bag, And a trifling phone draped in bands Her hands were rough, Foot so rugged, That tattered slipper she wore Would have million stories to tell. There were hundreds of women like her In the same train as i was Everyone so unique, Everyone so beautiful. P.S  This is about a woman i met during my “Just Another Day” of travel to Chennai in the suburban train but she’s definitely not “Just Another Woman” nor was anyone in that coach and also this is no Women’s day. This is “Just...

Poetry is love A love that's so pure, Poetry is beauty A beauty that’s worth admiring. Poetry is ray of light A light that fills the void, Poetry is dream A dream that's worth living. Poetry is memory A memory that's worth inking down, Poetry is savage! A savage that breaks all the rules. P.S : Poetry is for the self before it reaches out to another person, It is what the Heart had always wanted to tell, it is breathing for the troubled soul or probably it is simply what Peter Weir said. Inspired From the Dead Poet's Society.