when tears settle in the crevices of our hearts

and gravel like truths churn in our mouths

tired feet lie quietly in dusty slippers

and worn out pillows cradle vanquished heads

sluggish,bent bodies crumble

under burdens of everyday life

and a friend walks in

joy spills over

an exuberant teapot

with golden steaming tea

a bright magenta flower

in a dry acrid landscape

some words, some silences

some tears ,some laughter

a door ajar and the day's shadows

disintegrate with the streaming light

of the new born sun

on sun drenched earth

the fragrance trapped in

tired clenched breath

memory wafts in

an umbrella with rainbow hues

eyes misty with pearl lined dreams

hands clasped tightly

moist palms and rain drenched lips

clinging to me today

the memory of my first love

monsoon memories

to disappear with the

passing away of the rain heavy clouds

A land burns

divided over relegions

a cross and a swastika

symbols of faith

or of bloody wars

the charred remains

of people who believed

and dreamt of creating equality

of children who raise their hands

in prayer and hope

with fear now nestling

in their innocent eyes

As lands burn

so do Gods

and one day

ashes are all

that we will be left with

of broken faiths

and festering dreams

and glowing embers

of twisted anger.....