Sparkling Waters

Like the waves that cocoon 

the empty wind,

protecting it against the falling snow,

the same wind,

which gives up its warmth

for shivering blades of grass,

I will catch your tears before

they fall to the ground,

soothing the burning trail

with cool kisses

and some laughs

over hot cups of tea:

my soul breathing in eternity

through those child-like, uncontrolled 

laughs

© Geetakshi Arora

August 5, 2014

The Heart's Home

The scent of green apples

screams like wind in a child's ears,

who runs through the storm,

Awe-struck, unafraid.

Whispers of the river

echo in the night,

resplendent with a million stars and more;

Far-away in the pine-struck forest,

crickets continue with their eternal racket;

Dew continues to fall

and the grass trembles

with cold and pleasure,

Indistinguishable,

its distinctive green

brightened by the occasional light;

A soft sob erupts from somewhere deep,

and threatens to break the peace

of the night;

But it is only another nightmare:

The night moves on

to its next demise.

© Geetakshi Arora

July 13, 2014