Maverick!

The Maverick flew down
The steps - 4 at a time.
Life must keep up,
With the pace in his heart -
Than be slow, a start!
His bright eyes,
Gazed at the horizon beyond-
Yet absorbing,
All that the surrounds had to offer-
In a matter of seconds.
Information processing,
Was like second skin -
Expert eyes in 2 pairs,
Could spot the ugly,
In the pseudo-
And yet give no hint,
Of the truth within.
People came in psychedelic colors,
In his walk of life -
As he sprinted past them most -
Head, heart and shoulders above all.
Dark eyes,
Shimmered with the wry and the un-writ,
Rings of mirth,
Covered his aura.
As his lips curved up,
To greet the next stranger -
Inwardly, he laughed at all,
Sizing them up,
Whilst putting them in their rightful places -
In his head.
He was a Maverick-
Who functioned in extremes,
Polarized were the emotions bestowed -
A see-saw of extreme love or hatred,
Nothing in grey -
Nothing suspended in between.
And that's how he liked it -
To keep it clean, clear,
Simple and True.
The Maverick had God on his side -
The light of 'Kaivalya'
Shone bright -
As he pushed the door,
To announce his presence -
To yet another group
In yet another day,
Of his eternal life.

Yellow Light

She lay against his chest,

Cocooned in the comfort- 

Of his strong arms. 

He lay sleeping by her,

His nose buried in her hair. 

She watched him dream-

As his eyes fluttered 

And his lashes shadowed his cheeks. 

She traced his face -

Her touch soft and slow. 

The curve of his lips mellow-

In the soft glow of the yellow light. 

Two forms lay entwined in peace- 

With guards down,

Safe, basking in the trust placed - 

In each other. 

Slowly, she too fell asleep- 

Happy at being home.

Strange Strangers

She sees his hands now,
Once so lovingly held-
Now seem cold and gnarled.
The fingers that had entwined hers once,
Now seem so slippery.
The ice between them,
Glacial like -
As the unseeing eyes,
Fear the contact.
Hers cold - his questioning.
The strange strangers -
Subscribe to the distance,
Of a worn out,
Love-story -
That created only a
Scary-tale.
Hollow and Shallow reflections-
At the bitterness of the end.
Yet she moves on with pace
And grace.
To embrace all the new -
And live life anew.
With a vow renewed -
To never let the heart be
Frail again.

Let's Just Be

Let's not get too deep,
Let's just flow-
Like the water beneath our feet,
As we tread on the rocks
To make our way through.
Let's just be,
In this space of time-
Holding onto the
Serendipitous Anchor,
In each other.
Let's just laugh more,
And live.
Forgetting the rigors
Of the rigmaroles.
Let's not ever,
Get bogged down
And deflated
By the expectations.
Let's just be,
Free and alive-
Young and happy-
Un-judged.
Let's just be -
Lost in this giddy flow.
Where we find ourselves first,
Before we complete each other too.