To Us

Someday,when the wind blows in from the west,
Someday,when the storm settles down for a rest,
There will be a restless calm,waiting to be born,
From the womb of chaos,alighting on a new morn.

Someday,when the sun will shine,and not burn,
Someday,when there will be no ashes in the urn,
The fragrance of the spring,with the wind,will dance,
The fairies of the winter,mute spectators,perchance!

Someday,when thoughts will be free to talk,
Someday,when words won't be put under lock,
The soul will breathe easy and heart flip,
Silence will find a voice, loud and deep.

Someday,when hearts will sing the tune of love,
Someday,when peace will lend wings to the caged dove,
The stains of blood will be washed by tears of repentence,
The gods on earth will seek salvation in their humble penance.

Someday,when you and I,seek to be We,
Someday,when their grief is too much for us to see,
He will appear,raining light,riding the chariot of fire,
He will purge the hell and all gloom,cast in a fiery gyre.

Till then,let Now show no mercy to the earth,
Let avarice and instinct base,attain huge girth,
Let light weep, despondent and in dispair,
Let each night die a little,for having no day to share!

                                                                                 Chandni.

Whatever

What if.....
There were no barriers,
Only us, and not our inner warriors?
What if......
Dreams didn't elude a dream weaver,
Only rain and no storm or thunder?
What if......
Silence did not pierce through  peace,
Only, quiet words flowed,quite at ease?
What if....
Fear did not take a demonic stature,
Only hearts,sang like a lark,the warbler?
What if....
The robust lungs didn't have to heave a sigh,
Only mirth,detached from life's how,what or why?
What if.....
The palms weren't clammy,cold and barren,
Only a fill of the warmth,in the clasp they're taken?
What if......
The eyes sparkled, but not with tears,
Only words,they'd speak,for the soul to hear?
What if.....
Time was not set free of the hour glass,
Only the place Forever,with no death to curse?
What if.....
Distance was not so distant,
Only,one's imagination's figment?
What if .....
This world was not so cold and real,
Only warm,like the world, ideal?
What if....
There were no whats or ifs
Only affirmations up life's sleeves?
                                                     
Chandni

"Model"

They looked at her and asked her,
"Will you pose nude,wearing just a fur?"
She sucked in her breath and then said,
"Not just my skin,even my soul will be bared.
Will you take a closer look and within it peek,
And it's pristine beauty,to paint,will you seek?
This body,a mass of blood and ungainly flesh,
A slave of time,destined for dust and burnt ash,
A purgatory,burning in the flames of lust and sin,
Would you want to capture it on a canvas,virgin?
Ask for my heart,like a new born chick's,aflutter,
I'll rip it off this gory cage and lay it on a platter.
Touch it with your brush, dipped in colour myriad,
Of love and benignity,in your grace,let it be dyed.
It will be attuned to each of it's rhythmic beat,
Singing your praise for setting it on the immortal seat.
Me,a mere mortal,shares your flaws in equal measure,
Futile exercise this,to immortalize, for visual pleasure.
Paint, if you can,the glory of the Almighty,
With colours divine,befitting a heavenly Deity.
Your name will outlive time, space and age,
Death will bow to you and revere you like the Sage".

                                                                           Chandni

Frozen

He stood at the doorway watching her sitting in the rocking chair crooning to the infant in her arms.The room was barely illuminated by the moon beams filtering in through the sheer lacy curtains.She was silhoutted in the play of light and shadow in the room.As he stood there,his eyes were riveted to the woman in the room.Her soft rendition wafted in the air that was so still as if it was too scared to disturb the stillness of the night.His eyes glistened---difficult to say whether it was the trick of the light or something deeper.He was jerked out of his stupor by the creaking of the chair,as she shifted in it.
     He stepped into the room and tiptoed to where she sat.She looked up at him with a smile playing across her thin white lips,even as she continued with her lullaby.An answering smile touched his mouth as he stretched out his arms for the child.For a few seconds her eyes flashed ,as if in protest.She seemed averse to let her bundle of joy out of her sight,even for a moment.However,soon her eyes softened and with infinite tenderness placed the child in his arms,rearranging the covers.
        He cradled the baby in his arms,mouthing garbled words to it ,walked towards the window.He pushed the curtains out of the way and stood under the streaming light,lifting his face to the moon.It was a gaunt face, awash with silent tears! His parched lips moved....was it a complaint or a prayer? He bent his head and with trembling fingers pushed the covers aside.His arms held no human form.He was holding a rag doll!
         Two years back,they lost their six month old baby boy.She has never been able to accept the loss.Ever since she has been living a life frozen in time.As for him ,he could never pluck enough courage to snap her out of her delusion.He couldn't afford death to win the second time too!Since then , he has been humouring her,surrendering himself to destiny.

                           Chandni.