We Left Our Fingerprints and Footprints

We left our fingerprints and footprints
all over the sand.
Standing at a distance,
I find the sea stealthily stretching
to collect the luminous.

Yours afflicted
And mine overturned ...

Through the Open Window

Through the open window moon peers in and runs
It is a naughty child's play 
She taps the pane of every window 
Robbing the black night as she passes 
I chase and lift the curtains 
She escapes to the next pane.

I go as far as the last arch ... 
My sight breathless in its hunt 
She leaves me staring at the leaving trail ...
Poignant, I say, why then? 
She stared back then, that smile got slivers of moon. 

My heart can't fare the distance ... 
I turn around
She had jewelled the dark plant in the room.

This is My New Home

Sometimes I just want to find my way back home mom 
To your beloved mornings of faith
When I simply woke up to those motes of dust 
Shining in thin air little playful with the sun.
To patterns of expected life
When you would pack my tiffin with all those colours
Of everyday love of a caregiver.
To rustic deliverance of your simple rights and wrongs
As mundane as your archaic beliefs 
And deep within I was besotted to the pursuit of an alchemy. 
I want to walk back to your dreams and simple beliefs 
of mediocrity, of stability, of unshakable love;

My pursuit of alchemy brought me 
To towns of psychedelic lights
To music and laments 
To jewels and narcissi 
To debauchery and to towns 
where it rains and clouds 
And it clouds and rains again.

When it rained then I would get drenched tossing my curls 
The passion and plague of a teenage heart lived.
Each drop was festive as end of it all you drew me back to your beloved toiling arms. 
When it rains now I just look at the colourful umbrella in the corner
I watch it rain from my window I fear going down 
I stand protecting my own 
I don't let the rain wash away the remnants of my home. 

I remember you said, this is my new home.