Hold my tears

                                                                              IISc, December-2013

Hold my tears

With the playing of strings on Sarod

With the steps dancing

In rhythm, each their own

With the trees rustling under

Rays that escape onto earth

With grace, innocence and gentle love

With a smile that always is

A friend who does not leave

Sitting at the table, with drink n delicacies

Long conversations about art and literature

And all that was

At the turn of the year; 

Hold my tears

With the promised miracles

With forgotten blessings

With the secrets cherished

With dreams and fantasies

Days from morn till evening

Of a life less known

Of tireless hope and endless roads

Of travels into unknown

Of sunrises and full moons

Of a flower withered

Plaited into and coiled

But not left simply to die.