From The Quill

Once upon a time in the mystic land Of mountains, forests and caravans, A tale was woven to be told beyond lives Of two people from different tribes. There was Qais, naughty and flamboyant A rebel heart, pure soul, misunderstood Apple of his father's eyes. Pampered rotten he would often Refuse to take his lessons. There was Layli, beautifully gracious Chieftain's daughter, always obedient Eager to learn, eager to know She joined the lessons Where Qais would go. A strict teacher, two young souls Eyes met in a recognition age-old. Beyond this story, beyond this time They knew each other in realms divine; As if their book of love Was written beyond Time. Punished by the teacher, they would run, Qais took her hand and led her to fun. He would often sit alone and stare At the mountains, beyond the village At the river, forests and foliage. Intrigued by the lesson from him Layli forgot the classroom limits. The mountain called, the river sang As Layli in the meadows danced. Soon

Borders of Humanity

What is the sky over your head like? Is it the same as mine? Are your trees this green too? Do they turn brown under autumn's blue skies? Are the waters of your pond this calm? Is the grass greener on your side? Are your rains too, as beautiful as mine? Are your villages too often attacked, looted and plundered? Are your homes too unsafe like mine? Then what is it that separates you and me? Why do they keep saying we are different? Your sufferings are the same as mine. Homeless at home, doubted for our patriotism They keep saying you are the enemy. Once I had hidden for a night in fear, As one of yours entered our village. They said our people did the same To your homes and women. Why did I see his eyes were as bewildered as mine? When will all this stop? Gunshots and plunder? When will we see the open sky again? It's been days since I stepped out. The war never stops, man fights man Carnage happens over caste and creed "Yours is not better than mine." Countries fig

Your Home

I walk the path unknown, I wait from dawn to dusk. Looking at the horizon, you rode away once to Fulfil your Dharma. You promised me love, the one love I waited for Beyond this lifetime. You were so different yet so similar, a mystery yet familiar, The Light in my Darkness of Life. You are my God, I Your humble Devotee, You are Love, I Your faithful Lover. You made Music, and I danced to your Tune. I hear You have found a home and made palaces and cities of your own. I hear You have won wars; run away from some unscathed. I prayed every day for You. But I wonder, in my own grief and loneliness at times, Do you ever want to know my wishes? I wished to have a corner of your heart to myself. I wish we could tell the world about Love, How a woman my age, could fall for a boy cowherd. How Love bloomed in the Vrindavan when we met Our souls recognised each other with no regrets. I wish I was right there, beside you on a swing You would have made it just for me. I wish I could wear the Vermi

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