Her stories

She told me her stories a dozen times

About her fears, her dreams, her smooth lines.

Years after she is gone, and her scent doesn't fill my thoughts, those stories are still mine.

Why can't I be content like that ?

It's early morning, cool wind blowing

Humanity's asleep, the day is waking

A parrot on the wire, slowly swaying.

There's gentle sunlight, the sea is waving

A lady parrot flies in, sweetly chirping

They rub beaks together, they're simply loving

Why can't we be calm like that ?

Why can't I be content like that ?

Listen to the Night

Listen to the night

As it plays it's symphony

A masterpiece of sound

Of rhythm, of swing & rousing heartbeats.

Listen to the night

As the wind raises it's echo

Watch the waves dance in frenzy

As the storm reaches it's crescendo.

Spend a little time

Spend a little time time waving back to those waves

As they sway timelessly and rush to you.

Spend a little time speaking to the parrots

As they takeover the morning with their excited chatter.

Spend a little time dancing with the leaves

As they swing in merriment to the tune of the breeze.

Pause for a moment and look around

Everything is not about you,

But everything is for you.

But never kissed

The brooding silhouette of the Bandra seafront

Cast against the gray morning sky

Seems to talk about a night incessantly teased by rain

But never kissed.

And now it was day again.

In Kathmandu

Breathe the cool air my lovely friend, appreciate the beauty around you. 

Gather it gently in your hands as you would dewdrops of the morning, and let the nearness of the mountains surround you.