Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

There was once a little girl who often felt alone. She had no friends, and even though she loved being with the grown-ups, she would crave for someone just like her.  One day, the girl sat alone, playing with a leaf and watching the adults talk about office and politics and food and money. She pretended to understand what they were saying, but she was bored. If only she had someone she could talk to about magic and clouds and kittens and flowers.  She saw a little boy come sit next to her. She was so happy because he was just like her. He had the same orange light that those untainted by the world had in their youth. As they grew older, the light would change to a greyish blue.  She went up to him and smiled.  "Will you be my friend? We are so alike. " The boy looked up at her and she was sad to see his eyes were grey, in spite of his light being orange. She felt so much pain just looking at him that she wanted to reach out and hold him tight.  "What happened to you? Why

'You are too much,  Too intense,  Too deep,  Too giving,  Too loving,  Too sensitive,  Too intelligent. ' 'But isn't that good?' 'It may be,  But I am not,  So I cannot reciprocate.' 'But you are not me,  And I don't want you to be.  Do you want me to be less?  Because that's one thing I really can't do.  I am too much  Of myself to change.  I can help you Reach out to touch the sky,  But I can't make Your arms longer.  Could you be you,  And I could be me,  Both imperfect as we are?  Or is that too much To ask?'

Why do I have to Suffer so much?  I cried in pain to my mother.  Is my body a casualty In an unknown war?  Was I born At an inauspicious time?  No, said my mother. You were born just right.  Maybe it's because you are strong,  That you have to endure hardship.  I think she is right.  Maybe the planets Collided all in a line,  To ensure I never give up.  The astrologer says,  It's Jupiter and Saturn, They are sitting in your chart,  They never see eye to eye.  You will suffer whatever you do,  Friends will leave you,  You'll always be misunderstood,  Even if you try to do good.  I don't agree at all,  I'm not the one to cave in,  I'm not the one the planets can fight.  I'm the most stubborn person One could ever meet.  And even though  I'm tired of being tested Through out my life.  I decide to prove to her,  What she believes as true.  I was born at just the right time,  At the crack of dawn,  As the sun made its way up,  After the year's longest nig

  Qayamat ki awaaz ho tum.  Kissi bhatakte dil ki  Khamoshi mein baithe hue Goonjti hui saransh ho tum.  Chalte hue ruk gaye hum ajaanak,  Unki yaadon ki kitaab ho tum.  Ek baar yoonhi Saptambar ka maheena tha,  Poocha tha unse humne unke ghar ka pata.  Bole woh mera koi ghar nahin,  Main to yunhi daaliyon ke jhoolon Mein thirakta hoon bas.  Musafir hoon yaaron,  Na ghar hai na thikana.  Jaise hi unki zubaan se woh jhoot Ka tar sa gungunaya, humne unke Hoothon ko bazaar sa maan liya.  Jo boli lagaya saste mein, unhe Hamesha woh hi ghar le aaya.  Khair, chhoro unke jooth ki kahaaniyan,  Abhi to saal ho gaye in baaton ko.  Par jab bhi hum tumhari nashili Pankhariyon ke kareeb aate hain,  Hamein bas woh hi yaad aate hain.  Kehte hain tumhara naam hai Shaitaan ka per, par unki tarah Tum bhi to sirf raat ko nazar aate ho.  Apni behkane wali sugandh se,  Har raat humein jagate ho.  Aaj hum ruk gaye aur pooncha tumse,  Tum chahte kya ho humein behla kar?  Gir jayein tumhare kadmon mein,  Ya b

Heavy branches The fruit must fall When time drags on.  Stretching the wave,  It will crash,  No matter how far.  The sands drenched,  Beds alone soaked.  At first, the numbness,  The nothingness,  Of not knowing What is futile,  Anymore.  Sink then a trance Seeing the signs.  Rivers will flood Only when breached,  Storms drive Tears of longing ashore.  Stars finally, see them Over your eyes,  They are right there.  Bursting in brain Sweet magic pop candy Crackling in mouths.  Think of heads Underwater gasping for breath,  Coming up for air.  Take my breath,  Cover my mouth.  Hands pull boats,  Thrash to settle down.  Screams of seagulls Flapping to the ground.  Puddles these boats make,  They bring seas back home.  Hot sun shines, dries eyes but,  Salt leaves traces on land, Unseen by eyes,  That are unaware,  Water and earth are bound,  Even if far away,  Always bound,  In horizons, in shores,  In daydreams, at doors.