Exit

I know not
the grand entrance,
but when I leave
I know how it will be,
not even a faint ripple
on the space time fabric.

in-between ,
a performance subdued.
was it destiny,
or by intelligent design?
I played my part
the way I liked.

does it matter
if I failed or succeeded,
if for even a moment
I did bring a smile
to someone in need,
all the failures,
all the pains,
shall proudly embrace, as
from dust to dust
I return.

Monalisa

On a bitterly cold Parisian morning, after a long wait in line to enter Louvre and then nearly stampeded by an on rush of myriad tour groups and suffering hordes of selfie clicking Monalisa lovers, many of whom never turned back to look at her, finally the moment arrived when I had my brief few moments with her. Below I try to capture my feelings of the momentus occasion.

O’ Monalisa

Now that I saw thee

Realized I did a mistake

I did not take a selfie

But I did solve the mystery

Of your smile

Must be smiling

Making fools of

Millions like me

Standing in lines for hours

For just a glimpse

Of thee

O’ Monalisa

I could have better spent

A cold November morning

Drinking coffee

Smile on Monalisa

Many a fools

Will definitely follow me

Wings to my love

Gave wings to my love,
Flew out to blue yonder
Spreading wings,
Shared love all around
Happy to be free.

Earthbound,
Caged my pain,
Waiting,
Smile on my face,
Bleeding heart, patient.

When tired wings
Seek a resting place,
Warm embrace waits,
Key to the cage
Lost long ago.