Poles Apart

She was a dreamer,
He was a realist,

She loved her imperfections,
While he urged to correct them,

Her eyes were always true to him,
While his insecurities did not believe her claims,

She thought he was her Mr. Right,
But he proved her wrong each time.

Dancing Soul !

Grey clouds, Earthy scent,
noise of the heavy pour,
all this at once,

Storm of thoughts is clear now
& my soul is dancing !!!

The Storyteller !

No scribbled notes nor a writing pad of her own,

Yet everyday, she manages to mesmerize everyone

with the stories from her memory palace.

The Detour!

My heart was transfixed.
to the memories of our past,

Can't believe how it has left behind,
all the hurt that you've caused,

The mind keeps going back there, so often,
I don;t know why and how,
But I'm sure, I want to be in the now,

I no more want to revisit,
the loop of those dark times,

I'd rather take a detour,
from all the pain and lies.