Blue are my eyes The skies above your head And clouds over the horizon Bell-flowers hoping to breeze Love-in-a-mist and the Forget-me-nots shaking hands The face of the new year moon And the oceans beneath And the waves spurting within Blue is my Father's First office t-shirt and My mother's prayer mat The kerchief I wear for the night And the denim pants my aunt Got me from another city Blue are the lagoons The butterfly pea flower tea And the blue curçao The blueberry crème buns And the lavender and Seafoam shell scented candles Old turquoise and lapis lazuli Locket of my grandmother Blue are the gas flames and The cobalt beach glass pebbles Blue are the blue pansy butterflies Bouncing in the backyard And the lucky feather pendant Swivelling in my room Blues are the balloons and crayons Umbrellas and my monsoon shoes The bluebirds and the cerulean taxis Blue is a rose of benevolence An explicit welcome note And a true-blue goodbye letter
I am like a dream And my destiny is At the fingertips of the sky I am the love affair of the Clouds and stars I often wobble alone Dancing like a goddess While on some days I pull the Sun along, for the happiness Winking at your window In the face of a rainbow I don't wear the sandals As my home keeps changing Somedays downward the West I cruise with sunset in the Cities of skyscrapers And somedays I roll through The mountains in the East To surge with the sunrise I am the pillow to your Lonely nights and a shoulder On days when you need Someone to be around I am a fantasy to poets Their letters revolve 'round My waistline and the lovers Paint romance on my lips I befriend the naked turnpikes, Disavowed houses and The stray woods in the skin Of ferns and flowers I am the melody to your Morning coffee and the Peace to your midnight book I reek of the sepia staircases, Empty mugs of bitter café noir The 3 am dark academia with Hozier To drink all your sorrows away I depart stories on the tails Of birds and the mute awnings, Between the armpits of trees, At glass panes of relaxed Vehicles and blow kisses in the Mouth of death on bloomed graves And to the breath of life in soft tears I bring back the old memories And back you to make new ones Paper boats float in my springs Damselflies dance to my beat I fall on your head and Hide under your feet
//You are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from human relationships.// - Into the wild
If you listen closely, you can hear the rain plattering against the window or the cars swooshing by even the summer breeze that touches every flower growing in your backyard ever so gingerly but the whole world seems to be in a hurry with no time to spare, with no time to care.
Some world, where we are busy smothering one another with boundaries and restrictions where I grit my teeth in pain and tell you this; I belong to no man, no woman but I feel a sense of kinship with trees swaying away from the nearest human settlement and even when the sky is speaking in tongues, I do understand.
I wonder what it feels like to walk on the other side of silver coin, to place your feeble feet in someone else's shoe or to discover the back of drooping mountains right from the bottom where sun-sets.
Would it make any difference? The other side, the azure lake, the waking up of moon and the never ending pain. Or will everything be similar? The falling of snow, the swallows of sun, the mourning of sea and the hibernation of hope.
And I realise that some moments were like the river here today and gone tomorrow, but the part of everything that my eyes have preserved has flowed like the winds into the sea of words and time, running into poetic furrows.
And I keep wondering what it feels like to walk on the other side of silver coin, to place my feeble feet in someone else's shoe and to discern what a poem wants to bloom into and a poet is enduring through. ~Purva
This year has been a roller coaster ride for me. A lot of ups and downs came in my life which made me emerge as a strong and mature person. This year was all about learning and prioritizing the self with right things. So the piece written below is a reflection of my whole year and how I lived my life despite of getting disturbed so many times. I hope that you all will like it. PS :- I didn't proofread it even once and it has been directed straight from my heart so it is completely raw. Share your honest feedbacks :)