Soul-ed

The path to my soul

Is hardly paved with gold

It’s thorny

And prickly

And it’s both hot and very cold

But traverse it, if you will

Thaw and melt along the way

Walk through the twists

And through its turns must you sway

Show me who you are, my dear

And then I’d be sold.

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Eye Spy with My Eye

The things we think we know

Are the ones we know of the least

For its the things we don’t think we know

Which we make an effort to find out

Study

Observe

And retain

So don’t tell me that you know me, darling

Tell me that you don’t

Atleast then I’d know

You’ll be willing to see me.

Tell me not in mournful numbers

It dawns on you

All of a sudden

Like the brightness of a quick, summer day

It passes you by

Through sleep laden eyes

In the lazy, hazy afternoons of youth

It comes to you

Under a starlight sky

When the moon decides to hide

Behind a curtain of silvery fluff

As you sit beside your fireplace

Warming your hands

Resting in your favourite armchair

With your feet propped up on a fading ottoman

And little kids, resembling you, hanging on to your every word

Yes, it’s true

Life passes you by

Little by little

And then a lot

While you’re too busy

To spare it a passing thought.

Hello, my lovelies!

It’s been a while since I’ve spoken with you. How have you been? I wish you a very, merry Christmas and the best of tidings for a prosperous new year! I hope this festive season and joyful spirit is the best you’ve had till now but the least of the ones to come. Spread a little cheer around, will you?

See you next year, my loves 😘.

As always,

Thank you for reading.

Best wishes,

Varnika.

The Other Side of Me

That nagging feeling

Of something about to go horribly awry

Didn’t let me sleep that night

Maybe, it was for the best

Because who knows if I’d dozed off

Would I have woken up as the same person again

In this world of ever changing personalities

I’ve become a stranger

To my own self

And there’s a feeling

That I’m veiwing

My own life as it passes me by

Like a horrible, macabre kaleidoscope

Like an out of body experience

Slightly surreal

Mostly transcendental

I wish I knew

Of what to hope

For the one I see

Or

The one I feel

I’m not two-faced, no

Nor am I unity

For divided I stand

As separate entities

Still lying in wait

To form my true identity

And Thereby Hangs a Tale

Every crease around my eye

Tells of moment full of joy

Every curve near my mouth

Is a testament of a laugh

Every blemish, every scar,

Every single unhealed mark

Is a story

Ready to burst forth

Listen, if you will

For these aren’t wrinkles

On my face

To show that I survived

But an ode to a life

Well loved, cherished and lived.

Man of Steel

Down is up

Up is down

Inside this

Topsy turvy town

Life’s moving way too fast

Yet seems to be eerily still

Stuck in the doldrums

Approaching warp speed

Listen to me ye all

And pay some heed

The hand we’re dealt

Is ours to keep

If that’s your truth

Then no more should you seek

For mountains steep

Can still be scaled

By the power of sheer grit

And a bundle of nerves

Made of steel.

The Storyteller

Outside a sleepless, ugly town

In a seedy, shady hotel

There’s a dingy, dirty room

With a single, flickering light bulb

Shedding light on a yellowed, floral wallpaper

Overlooking a squeaky, twin bed

Having a threadbare mattress

And a moth eaten quilt

Adorned with pillows

Permanently depressed

With the impressions of a hundred heads

This place, my dear

Has a thousand bedraggled stories to tell

Of young love

And old-age eccentricity

Of hopes dashed

And the depth of human depravity.