Wide Eye Rent

Spaces emerge

Vision blurs

Hands converge

Hearings a purr.

Snap, Snap

Clap, Clap

Splash, Splash

That's the trick,

Yet not the pick. 

The Sandman came and went,

Said I didn't pay the bill he sent,

So I lay in bed,

Asleep you must stay, he said

Until you pay up the wide eye rent.

Whispers at Dawn

Whistle
Whisper
Speak
Conversations in discrete
In the morning air,
The trees do seize.

Warming
Wishing
Embracing
The dawn's sun kissed skies bring
In to each voyager's heart
A tingling.

The wild undergrowth giggles,
The canopies sway,
A natural dance they create
In a waking mind's estate.

(Written on 15 July, 2011 on a train to Bangalore.)

The Best Days

The best days
Come all at once.
Wiggle your toes
They'll come alive.
Run and do not hide
All that is inside.
Cry, only in joy
Or the excess of pain.
Or maybe stay,
Just stay in my lane.
Run, run, run
Only to say,
Welcome to my world, hun.
Oh! the tropic thunder
Will not change,
This I know,
I know with age.

(written on July 3, 2011)
(second edit - July 18, 2011)