Dream and Dance

Shall I share my dream of open eyes?
I climbed up the stairs of star,
twirled like the halo around the moon
and caressed the blushed cheeks of Mars.

I let my heart have its will –
drenched in the rain it danced.
Peeking from the curtains of silver clouds,
the sunrays glittered golden around.

I set myself free – dream all I want.
I’m feeling rejuvenated again.
I let go of the memories I hated –
the dejection, rejection and pain.

So dance, my heart, without a care!
Twirl all you want – you are free.
Feel the love and breathe in the joy.
Be your own fairy fantasy!

© Taruchaya

Which Colour Do You See?

I used to be a pink person…
still love the hues of pink
when sky becomes a canvas
and sun sets in a blink.
Now I like a bit of blue …
the waves entice me more
The salty breeze…the sand on feet…
the footprints on the shore.
But I’m guilty again
I glance at green too long
The trees bearing sweet fruits
can never ever go wrong.
Shh…i hear the thunder
There comes fluffs of grey
Drench me in your love…
take all the silly worries away!
Isn’t this life magical?
Which colour do you see?
Pick any moment you want
and set your heart free!

© Taruchaya

Its Upto Me and You

Photo © Taruchaya

The clouds can have wings too.
The air can smell colours.
Its up to me and you,
whether we see clearly or just blurs.

Moments get lost at times.
Dreams get buried in snow.
Life’s clock silently chimes.
We have nowhere to go!

We walk over thin ice…
shattering beneath the feet.
Memories have no price.
Present is bittersweet

The sun scorches all day.
The moon soothes the burns.
The stars in Milky way,
wink and twinkle in turns.

Since the time we are born,
our life buzzes like bees.
The wheel of time goes on,
until the soul gets release

Is there an Afterlife?
Perhaps another question mark.
What remains is memories rife
or else just moments stark!

© Taruchaya


Photo © Taruchaya


There is a strange beauty in flaws.
Feel alive…take a pause!
the ladybug with polka dots,
or the Giraffe’s weird brown spots.
the sketches on Moon’s white face,
like graffiti on a glowing surface.
at the mole right over the lips.
the tears of joy that slips.
the freckles on the cheek.
the dark eyes that silently speak.
the wrinkled hands that caress.
the broken speech that bless.
in the puddles while it rains.
the coffee mug lipstick stains.

Flaws are good…we are creations divine.
Relax… imperfection is perfectly fine!

© Taruchaya