Two poems and photography

Vacuum

Faces and words –

floating everywhere

covering all words

of an unknown way,

one captures

some of these to

frame them on

inner mind, so that

they become part

of your intentions,

then they go away,

leaving behind a vacuum

to be filled by

other faces and words

Are You a Dream or Am I?

As if I am a dream,

you are my reality;

you come into me

when I am awake,

in my sleep I am

in someone else’s arms;

when I look at myself

on a glass, I am

amazed every time –

I couldn’t be real-

because if I am

you must be a dream

Poetry and Photography © Sanchita C 2014

Edge

There is a bouncy ball

inside of me – bouncing

left, right, up and down –

it makes me edgy, dreamy

and twitchy – walking up

and down my living room,

talking incessantly – mostly

to myself, I reach a point

The point divides itself

into three or four paths –

I stop and look – unsure

which way is the right

way or if there is one;

if all is a matter of choice –

how to make it; a grand

old, huge tree next to me

sways with the wind –

it seems to speak to me,

whispers … rather, says words

in an unfamiliar language

and yet there is some thing

I understand in its message

- not fully though; I wait, sit

and listen – only when

I’d decipher, I’ll move on

Verse & photo: © Sanchita C 2014

Divine Intervention

Tears had dried up

I wasn’t mourning

for the love I cannot

accept, I stepped

near my window,

opened it – big, round,

smiling, kind eyes looked

up at me and said:

“hey, it is alright”;

Must be my personal

version of divine intervention

that saved the day

for me, brought me

a big, bright, sunny smile!

The City

I walked the streets

of the city in the heat,

while the rains came and

washed me and

then its air became

pleasant – all the while

pictures and words

were formed – some

came to get attached

to my mirror and

leaves, some spoke

to me and brought my

inner being onto themseleves,

others got lost in the

metropolis of crowded

millions; I got

busy with heartaches,

ambition and bodyaches,

meanwhile the city was

grinding me to make

me into a substance

of calm, clearness and courage –

it threw out the pulp

of dimness and doubt

and nurtured the

loving, trusting, frolicking me

Photography and verse: © Sanchita C 2014

Photos were taken in Mumbai

Now and Forever

I am repaying debts,

creating new ones – for

others to repay

Meanwhile there is

a bird spreading its

wings to fold them back

-  again and again,

on its feathers are written

words of wealth, desire,

envy and fear,

its colours shining bright,

people spot it from

a distance

I wait for it

to fly away;

now and then the bird

spreads its enormous

wings fully – so enormous

that its shadow covers

me – it flies,

to return soon

Turning my head

I see old love

standing still – I thought

I had put it away,

I must have kept a

door open; with it

are waiting longing,

heart-burn and

hope, all are together -

they will be: now and forever

Verse and Photography: © Sanchita C 2014