Change of Seasons

{aching for you
is more of a habit
a morbid
sense of being i feel

but being with you
is suddenly tragic
trapping in itself
the emotions are real..

its not a change in season
i fear, its a change
in the memory of you

for loving you is a memory
a memory more lovely than .. you}

Vrindavan...

As the day passes by..
in the cosy sarai..
potentially waiting, for a cup of chai..
I heave out .. and.. sigh.

eras have passed it seems..
leaving this place untouched..
its the same old gali
the same old nukkad...

radhe radhe..says the little boy
offering me the magical words
along with a kulhhad full of chai

breathing through the vintage halls..
this city of magic.. the city of lords
brajbhoomi.. where Gods were born

the touch of 'now' is seeping in
tones of a bhajan..emanate..
as the mobile rings..
loudspeakers blaring the new hit remix

kajrare kajrare.. tere kare naina krishna..
.. :)

here i belong..
it is here that i am from..