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

Blue

You’re betrayed for being depressing,

your hues are tiresome too,

yet, you’re the first sign of a bright summer day,

and you’re the measure of water

that is supposed to be colourless;

Dark- you contain galaxies,

light- you’re cool, sandy beaches,

your wounds are too diverse to be recounted,

and your lives too deep to be measured;

Your deepest secret is your ability

to metamorphise

into words,

inky words that create worlds

and emotions,

actions that despair

and celebrate:

you are the colour of victory

of life over defeat:

you are the colour of

the defeat of courage

over red rage.

your waters wash away wounds gently,

and yet,

you are demolished,

betrayed,

dethroned

to a small drop:

you are merely

a colourless

saline drop

© Geetakshi Arora

April 19, 2014