Several first times.

Then she seemed to retreat into the folds
the ragged fabric of her thoughts
She blended into the wholesomeness of his existence
she intertwined her thoughts with those of his
She plucked out his pain with the feeling of bliss
He should enjoy the spring's pointless beauty
his prehensile mind relieved from the otherwise infinite duty
He always was her most awaited of distractions
like being woken from a disturbing dream
She lived her wish of being his jobler
last of her blanket attempts to win him over
There will be another first time.

Some people

An instinct is all it sometimes takes
sometimes everything falls into place
some people are just meant to be
if we open our minds and let our hearts see

There cannot always be a reason
like the rain that comes out of season
some people enter in small measures
and end up being the best treasures

Some friends get so special
some moments turn so true
I wish I could hold them tight
no clue about tomorrow's plight

Is there a way to let people know
that they are like the sunshine on a pile of snow
warm enough to protect, mild enough to savor
true enough to surrender, rare enough to remember

Words come to me best on silent lonely nights with velvet blankets.

Gargi

The rainbow outside my window

I am all dressed with nowhere to go
I am all read with nothing to know
I am all heard but nowhere understood
I am all experimented having nothing to show
I am full of colorful pictures with no clear connection
I am a mosaic of experiences with no emotion
I am a mirage on sand who will disappear on demand
I am the light in the room the main reason for the shadows
I am just an imagination just a form of illusion
I am the wife of the pianist he who disappears with mist
I am the bee who knows the song but has forgotten the hum
I am the shell by the ocean taken and thrown by the waves of the sea.
I am the soul with no body, I am the thought with no means.
I am the dream that will never come true.

Gargi

Equally clueless

She jumped from cloud to cloud ..
hoping to get a better view
of the star that had fallen through.
Minutes before she was in conversation
with the most beautiful star in creation.
She thought he was her guiding light
in the otherwise chaotic night..
but suddenly he had responded with a fall
the earth seemed to have given him a call
Why did the earth always want to befriend the star?

She could never completely comprehend
she being just a blob in the sky with no end
the handsome star seemed exotic to her
but the earth always seemed one step ahead.
She had hoped he would be drawn to her..
why couldn't earth be satisfied with what she had?
The earth was ever the selfish being
couldn't she let her have one star worth keeping?

But there was something she would never realize
looking at the sky tranquilized,
was the earth who was equally clueless
of the star and his where'ness'..
What happened after she had called for the star
didn't it seem like he was almost there by far?
He would finally be hers with the moon left bare
and she would show him why she was better,
she would make the scars on the moon her weapon.

But where was the star who was almost there?
Who was it who stole him midway?

Gargi

The thing to do when it rains, is to let it rain.

I am hungry for more rains in-spite of the generous showers we have had recently. I cant seem to get enough of looking at water pouring on me from nowhere. So on today's unimaginably hot weather I went into my stock of rainy memories and came up with some rainy thoughts.

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Some mirrors created
from puddles of water collected
Why is it showing me my reflection?
Is it time for some introspection?

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The little drop
on the green leaf
beside a pink flower
on the lovely lawn
slips sleekly down
moving to another leaf
slightly smaller than the former
perhaps for the better

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The moon looks perfectly done
only in the distant pool of water
just like the love that seems perfect
only because it never happens

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The bubbly blue butterfly
kisses the leaf and turns shy
making the leaf glow so much greener
an honest kiss and its untold power.

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I wish it rains now,
Gargi