Dawn

it was early when my sleep seem to fade,
in darkness to the balcony I shuffled,
sat eyes closed and heard a hundred birds wake,
as each of those birds flapped its wings and rose,
so did my heart quicken and my energy soar,
and together we lifted the veil off the night.

Rain

its pouring,
a grey blanket of water,
washing away the blues,
the dust,
the grime,
the trees and the leaves,
the bylanes,
of my city,
of my mind,
washing away my sins,
my regrets,
cleansing my soul,
my thoughts,
each raindrop,
a potent key to my freedom,
so I walk in this pouring rain,
drenched, yet on the path to bliss.

Being a Friend

a friend,

for listening, or refusing to listen,

for pushing me on, or pulling me back,

for watching me fly, or keep me grounded,

for making sure i win, or learn if i don't,

for being there, or letting me be,

for letting me cry, even crying with me,

for watching me grow and growing with me.

Touch of Grey

is the world more tolerant,
or i, more patient,
is everybody in a bigger hurry,
or i, slowing down,
is there more inequity all around,
or i, finally seeing.
my joys are more subtle now,
that fleeting side glance,
that shy half smile,
the way the morning sun lights up a new leaf,
the distant call of a peacock, seeking love,
or how the dew soaked grass crunches beneath.
i wonder is everything changing,
or is it i.
i guess the world is still the same,
so its just i, touched by a little grey