Dreamless

Snugly blanketed, save her head,
Peeking out like a rabbit from her burrow,
Her hair falling carelessly onto her face,
Rejoicing at the allowance of such trespass.
The curtain-filtered aisle-lamp,
Lights her face with faery glow;
Her eyes tightly closed.

The Pink Notebook

I was at Crossword the other day, window-shopping with my Mom. We were bored of sitting at home and Crossword was pretty much the only place where my Mom and I could both enjoy a good hour or two of staring at things we have no intention of buying. I had a quick glance through the latest titles, completely ignoring the Non-Fiction and Chetan Bhagat sections and made my way deeper into the store. By and by I reached the stationery section.

Crimson Streak

How can I be happy when

Each thought I have is brushed away
By the flitting of a gentle nymph?

Homecoming

It's been a long and painful week
Denying her both calm and sleep,
Yet as she spies the setting sun
A hopeful smile begins to peep;
Because she's going home.

Nocturne

Darkness.
And in that darkness, silence.
The silence of a thousand souls
Resting low their weary heads;
The silence of a million stars
Burning bright with thoughts unsaid;
The silence pressing on my ears
Calming down my restless brain;
The silence spreading through my soul
Brushing away both joy and pain.