If I had a pair of wings!

If I had a pair of wings,
then I will love to fly.
I will pack few things
and glide in the sky.
I’ll map the sandy shore
and hover over the boat.
When the waves will roar,
I’ll sing a calming note.
I’ll race with the fish
or settle like the shells.
And with the dusk’s windy swish
return where my heart dwells.

© Taruchaya

The Substitute

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The Substitute

I’ve been searching for long
and finally found
the substitute
for your affection and time
unspoken words that drowned
because time was irresolute.

Thank God for streaming apps
I’m grateful to the internet
for the substitute
I found love in a few taps
wherein the dramas the lovers met
after few squabbles and dispute

When I missed home
I drew mountains for solace
as a substitute
Because I felt alone
But couldn’t show it on my face
I preferred to be mute

Yes I’m glad I found the substitute
The moon substituted love intense
Butterflies substituted far away friends
Everything that I was able to permute
While shadows spoke without offence
and sunset symbolised nothing ends

Next time you don’t hear from me long
Don’t worry I’ll still be around
For I can be a substitute
If things ever go wrong
If your thoughts get profound
I shall be your escape route!

© Taruchaya

When light bloomed

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When light bloomed

Awake on a hazy November night,
I remembered a pretty sparkling sight.


It was the stubborn September rain,
when light bloomed on my window pane.


Orbs of gold were glimmering bright.
Spellbound by the scattering light,


I yearned to see the light bloom again…
In November I’m missing September rain.

© Taruchaya

Confession of Love

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Confession of Love

Sepia roses
carefully pressed
between pages of memories 
in the diary of life.

Fragrant love
seeping from the dry stem
spilling on words
painting a wondrous verse.

Drenched feelings
moisten thirsty lips
and flow through 
the delicate throbbing veins.

Clasped palms
sealing a promise
parallel lines embrace
souls sing in sync.

Conscious ears
hear the sweet lyre
echoing infinitely 
the confession of love.

© Taruchaya