Oh! If only You could Read my Eyes

Words could mend a shattered heart

Love could fix a broken vase

I would have walked a mile in my tattered shoe

and my faint, quivering voice for finding you,

would have been spared the extravagant price

Oh! If only you could read my eyes

Rain wouldn’t make my eyes wet

I could smile despite my bleeding feet

The flowers wouldn’t turn pale in the mid-spring

and this long borne silence would lose its soul

as your breath would break the ice

Oh! If only you could read my eyes

The wingless bird would leave her qualms behind

The ruffled shore for once could breathe just deeper

The music from your eyes could calm a flustered mind

and the wounded sailor would then know

what it takes to stand tall in the face of pain and rise

Oh! If only you could read my eyes

I could learn what it takes to kill shadows

As the light wouldn’t desert me in the full moon night

All fears would be belittled, all struggles dignified

and this verse would seem just a bit less ordinary

as the horizon I dreamt of would have lived beyond time

Oh! If only you could read my eyes 

The Nucleus

Do you know how I look from inside, asked an atom to another?

Eyes brimming with curiosity whispered in silence

and they told each other the stories of their protons, neutrons..

the gloomy ones, the happy ones and ones they had told no one before

Soon the first atom realized he wasn’t a neutral one

Fearing that she might alter his internal structure, his nucleus

he started pretending to be inert, as noble as an atom could be,   

Slowly he grew hard shells with random electrons revolving around the core,

Gradually he bled through alpha, beta, gamma, zeta, phi…

and lo! The bad atom has now lost all that he stood for,

The nucleus will soon have its last breath in peace.

Peace, will it be?

The Jungle and the Birdwatcher

She tames the tigers,

she trains the lambs

She fuels up the fire

She calms the wind down

She's the commotion in the rustling of leaves,

the whirlpools in the pond

She is the vastness of hues

She is the reverberation of green

She is what it takes to fly

She is what sets them free,

She confines them, she is their pristine abode

She is the jungle.

He has got restless blue eyes,

He knows them, the've heard of him

He comes and leaves, they take no notice

He floats on their voices,

They sustain his pursuit, the illusion of purpose

She is his imagination,

He is but a part of her,

A mere mortal seeking refuge in flight,

He is the birdwatcher.