Category: thoughts

Dream

Behind the skin curtain
On the iris stage,
The ensemble of actors
Readied themselves
For a performance forgotten
As the drapes opened.

-Dream

Sanjana Varma

Things I wish to bottle

Things I wish to bottle

A drop of sunset
dissolving into the ocean.
The smell of books
Petrichor with
a note of brewing coffee.

The warmth of my mother’s embrace.
Wind chiding my hair.
The bliss of sleep.
Butterflies in my stomach.
First love’s rush
The heady scent
of freshly cut grass.
Early morning mist
That kisses the trees.
and perfectly risen cakes.

The waves playing tag
With your feet.
Feel of sand between
your toes,
That leaf floating
On the river, wild and free.

Sanjana Varma

Doomsday Express

(Pic credits: dangerousminds.net)

Doomsday Express

Sky announced its displeasure
For the pressure, we put on Earth without measure!
The water of wrath unsheathed from Nimbus
Send bipeds to shelters with a fuss!
Grim seemed the times,
But grin she did to the chimes
To Nature’s pendulum strikes,
A reply to our smites!
Alone in her house,
Prancing like a mouse!
Ears filled with that voice from the 70s;
Long hair, buck teeth and fancy clothes,
His voice whispers to which her heart blots!
Clad in his arms
The charm of the world disarms!
The radio goes ga, ga
Taking her to times far, far …
Away she soars from the brick countries that tilt,
Antarctica melts,
Oceans rise, ’tis the heavy price!
Maps change features ;
The bloodied festering wound appears,
Attacked by the soulless creatures!
A world that exhorts fears!
Voices whisper, anxiety heightens,
Lips are sewed threadless!
Eyes that are tearless,
Hope for a day that brightens!
The Orb of Gold teeters on the ragged sky!
Soundless mournings,
Yanked to her ears unhappy tidings!
The blood crashes inside her heart,
A fear to bid the world apart!
Sincerely she wishes to tarry on,
To bat away bad times as would a fly!
To stop the last grain,
To block the Doomsday train
From arriving at the station!

Sanjana Varma

Dance

It was a strange sense of being watched that prodded me to look outside the window. I saw a white figure looking at me with such intensity that I was afraid it might drill a hole through my skin! The thing had a hypnotic stare, as if reading my mind it motioned me to follow it into the woods. Despite the fear of being laughed at by my friends, I signed that I won’t. It closed its pupil-less eyes, glueing mine as well. We ran through the green woods, following the sound of some faraway waterfall. My head reeled from the activity yet I couldn’t stop. Suddenly the lithesome white halted. I could smell the water, foaming and frothing in front of me. I looked up. Amazement knew no bounds when I realised that the waterfall fell from the sky to earth. Dumbfounded I kept looking up and down. Annoyed maybe, the thing took my hand in an icy cold hold. I tried to wriggle free scared by this strange being. It stepped into the pool, jerking me into the water. The water rose under our feet, forming a plane some kind of a watery platform that lifted us into the sky. Shocked and panicking my mind formed all scenarios of some ET kidnapping me into outer space. I did not know I was screaming until it put a finger to its lips. Pushed into darkness, I didn’t know where I was. I began to float, gravity lost its battle and the thing melted into the air. The place where space and time didn’t exist greeted me. Silence seemed music to my ears. I drank in all the sights, delighted to fly like a bird. I mimicked the planets rotating on their axis. I danced, the debris forming a tutu around me. Sun seemed to smile at my antics. I floated towards the Moon, trying to feel her rocky face. She moved to face me, happiness forming a curve on her face. At last, I felt like I was where I belong. Reunited with a lost place, where silence and slow time sing a different tune.

Sanjana Varma