She

She's amazement - I am just the one in awe,
Silly smiles, hands held, eyes towards the sky -
Dreams leading to dreams, hopes held high.
There's more to life, I see, there's more to me,
I realize, when I look into her eyes, silently...
Not blue but just a deeper shade of black,
The one that you would rather be lost in,
But she helps me find my way back to her,
Holding my hands while I say my prayers,
To whatever powers that made us be!
For I know that I couldn't walk the walk,
Or talk the talk with cheeky notes & smiles -
If it wasn't for the wonder that she is...
The good that she inspires, makes me, me!

-Anubhav

Point me to heaven

I stumble and then I ask for the way,
For someone to sway and answer -
To take a moment's pause but for me!
A while and no more is all I yearn for,
Turn for, in my ethereal hinted sleep,
And I hope for someone to tilt -
Their wise head, tip-toe to the edge -
Of the tar road and point their fingers,
Not to the sky but to somewhere near,
And whisper in my eager left ear…
Take that way; Straight to heaven!

-Anubhav

Convergent

Flights of fantasy lead me to an abyss beneath my thoughts,
Layered under my skin, skimpily clothing my vulnerabilities!
Breathless I be or become! Gasping for air when I jump…
Into the hypochondria of awareness, I lie awake and lost.
Looking at the sun outside the window space in the wall -
That I had so earnestly built around myself; My abode!
I feel the warmth glowing inside me, beyond the darkness -
That had so freely smeared itself on my trifle extents!
I see three birds flying gracefully across the calm clear sky,
Turning heads as they drift past each other, silent sarcasm -
The need to win; The greater need to have the others lose!
They float over two flowers as they fade away into the blue,
The flowers basking in the warmth, glowing in a subtle way,
Togetherness, alone in the vast void expanse of silence,
In a brittle moment held together by a little more than hope…
A hundred yards away from the silhouette of a lonely tree,
Overlooking the vivid fading world around its potent self,
And I looking at it, the smiling flowers and the flying birds,
The fading birds, the content flowers and the aging tree…
Then a little pause and I look at my own distant self,
The convergent reality of the moment slowly sinking in.

-Anubhav