An Expedition, Unknown

My heart takes its flight

Once each dusk

Once each dawn

Destination unknown

Route unknown

This rendezvous never ends

Beyond myself somewhere

A piece of lost me

Holding onto an obscure sky

Staring, blankly, day and night

Yet my not taken maiden flight

Seeks all that is unknown

The destination, the route, the journey

I, only travel... only fly..

Sometimes low, sometimes high..

If someday, my nest surfaces

I too, will sit and rest

With my head, on your shoulder bold

On an evening cold

Warming the souls

And thawing the frozen memoirs 

Living the years, in a moment

Shaping all the void

Touching the core

Once more..

A flight from unknown towards unknown..

An expedition, probable

From my heart to your soul..

~Manjuri~

Garnished Path

I have bedecked your probable path

I have laid flowers in it

I have garnished my soul

With love and joy

For you, when I chose to wait !

~Manjuri~

Gifts Of Love

Gifts of love

Neither given

Nor taken

Lies somewhere

Shrouded in dust

Accumulated over 

The lap of time

Gifts of love

Neither forsaken

Nor rejoiced

Confused they are

In their life's dusk

Do not know

Whether to hoard

Or to let go..

Gifts of love..

That are forlorn

In the hearts of

Aging lovers

Who do not die

Nor do they live..

Burdened by their

Own un-given and

Unaccepted gifts

Wrapped in tears 

Waiting to be unwrapped

In the smile of joy !

~Manjuri~

A Lover's Note

I have nourished you, with the blood of my heart,

I have drenched you, with the water of my eyes,

I have blown life in you, with the air of my breath,

I have given you form, in my existence.

I have enriched you, with my rich treasures,

I have colored you, with the paint of my thoughts,

I have fed your hunger, with my love,

I have given you form, in my existence.

I have filled your ears, with the music of my laughter,

I have dawned on your eyes, the beauty of dreams,

I have given a meaning, to whatever you do and say,

I have given you form, in my existence.

I have existed, in the very heart of your creation,

I have given you a custody of life, merely by living mine,

I have throbbed inside you, in numerous imaginations,

I have given you form, in my existence.

~Manjuri~

Before I wither,

Before I wither,

Give away to

My wrinkled skin,

Fade away,

Into some

Forgotten memories,

Die in my own

Tireless efforts,

To be,

Or, not to be..

Grant me a life,

Allow me to live,

But for a while,

By being myself,

Where no echo,

Of shore reaches,

As I surf,

The heart of waves,

Deep below the,

Blue ocean..

Let me live, but once..

~Manjuri~

Poetry

Drops of rain on the parched earth

Drenches me from within..

A poetry sprouts from my heart..

And, you are born once again !

~Manjuri~

Rain

The burden of untold words

Haunt... echoes... 

What is said.. is heard..

That which remains veiled..

Is in the unsaid..

That which churns me.

That which grinds you

Let us tell..each other all..

On a rainy night..

Let our voices mingle

In the drops of water

Let us flow

Me to you

You to me

And.. our words..

And our silence ..

As the sky breaks..

Cloud bursts..

Let us break too..

Break for each other..

Break to each other..

So that.. if at all we are fixed..

Let it be for each other..

Let not the rain wash..

Let it write..

A new story of love..

~Manjuri~