Fabric Of Reality

When the universe stretched itself to its limit,

Unravelling the very fibre of its being

Into threads so minuscule 

It dissolved into nothing, everything.

But the cloth could only hold on so long.

And the angels stopped their holy song

To go and find a a man

To sew back together the sacred bands.

They found a tailor willing to do the job

They gave him a needle made out of pixie dust

They hoped he would fix the world with a stitch

But he was a mere mortal, their expectations were unjust.

He did the best he could

Of course it wasn’t enough

The fabric of reality smothered him

Consumed his soul slowly

Until his breath gave birth to a new universe

Traces of You

My hands keep reaching out for yours

Even when you're not here anymore.
That alluring scent you exude
Keeps teasing me, pleasing me, putting me in the mood.
Those dark brooding eyes with which you stare at me from afar
Look at me the way an alcoholic looks at the bar.

I want to be your crippling addiction
The recipient of your adoration
Your one and only desire
The flame to your fire
Love me until I'm all you can do
Love me until all that's left behind are traces of you

Migratory Bird

He was a winter bird,
Flying far from home.
He stayed with me for warmth;
I didn’t want to let him go.
“Everything is perfect, is it not?”
I say as I hold him close.
“The grass is green and the air is clear
You won’t ever have to deal with snow”
He looks at me with wet eyes,
Within him a fire’s aglow.
“My wings were made to soar”
He cries out as he leaves me alone.
And here I sit and wonder if 
He will return once more.

Garden in Bloom

I envy those who are lucky enough to have their own garden or lawn or any patch of land they can call their own. Endless possibilities await the yard. Will it become a picnic spot? Or perhaps a trampoline will cover it up? Maybe a fountain will adorn it? But the best use of any such space, in my eyes, is a blooming nursery. 

Rows and rows of rose, jasmine, hibiscus embedded in the ground, sweet smells in the air, leaves rustling in the wind, birds chirping with joy- for a moment it feels like nature has engulfed you. 

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My trip to Ranthambore

When someone hears the word ‘Ranthambore’ an image of fierce tigers pops up in their mind. And rightly so, the best chance of you seeing the big cats is here. But that’s not all that this town has to offer. Though our national animal is the main attraction, there are plenty of other beautiful wildlife to observe there. On my trip to this wonderland with my family, I went on 2 safaris- a river safari and a forest safari. 

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