I still love him

I know I should let go

But heart does not permit

It craves to hear those lost words

Words from the bygone days

I saw him again

I saw him again. He hadn't changed. The mole on the side of his nose was as distinct as it used to be. He had the same twinkle in his eyes and the same smile that used to have me hypnotized. It looked as if time has remained frozen for him. There wasn't a single trace of change on him that I could detect.

What love can do

There comes a time when things happen when we least expect. The unexpected turn of events changes our lives forever. Strangers turn out to be the best of buddies and some people whom we look upon fade from our lives with the passage of time.

The lost love

There was a time when I was in love, helplessly in love. I dreamt of sharing my future with him. He meant a world to me. And I danced to his tune. He proclaimed his love for me and I believed every word he said. After knowing him for two years, he disappeared one day without a word. I kept looking for him, hoping against hope that I would find him some day. I did find him but it took me fifteen years. What did I see? He wasn't the same person anymore. He was happily settled with a daughter. There was no place for me in his life.

My heavenly walk

On my heavenly walk in the woods

I smell the lush green grass after the summer showers,

Finger the dew drops on the leaves,

Spot the fluttering butterflies and

Listen to the humming bees

My craving heart

My heart craves for a walk in the woods,

The chirping of the birds,

The smell of the green grass after the shower,

The breathe of fresh air

The sound of the gushing river

But all I get is the sight of dull buildings,

The buzzing of the mosquitoes

The smell of the gutters

The breath of the polluted air

The noise of the vehicles

I crave for a modest love from my mate

a small recognition from my superior

a diminutive smile from my subordinate

a sincere friendship and

a tiny place in your heart

But all I come across is disgust,

Snobbishness of my superior

Mockery from my subordinate

Fake people who try to take advantage of me

And deceit from the person whom I trust the most

The mask

When I was born, I had no mask. I was all innocent and didn't find it necessary to use a mask. But growing up in this society had made it mandatory for me to use many masks. I wear a thousand masks, the masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me. My surface may be smooth but it is not me. Beneath the surface lies no smugness and complacence but a real me in confusion, in fear and aloneness. I do not want anyone to know this and panic at the thought of exposure and that's why I frantically create my masks.

I do not like hiding and the superficial phony game that I am playing. I would really like to be genuine and me. How can I remove the masks that I wear so that I can be who I was when I was born? I feel like Ariel- the mermaid who neither belongs to the sea nor to the land.