Life seemed more beautiful
Seeing through his eyes
“Donated her Eyes”
--gayatri rao
The smell of old papers
Awakened her lost senses
While its pictures
Her lost memories ~
--gayatri rao
He gifted his last penny
To the beggar on the street
His pocket was empty
But, his heart was worth a million dollar~
--gayatri rao
“Mumma , I want that dress”, asked Sia
While a girl to the corner of the road
Sat in tainted clothes -
--gayatri rao
While she wore a smile on her face
Deep within
She was fighting with the
Demons of her life ~
--gayatri rao
The emptiness-
It was her ritual to take her 3 year old son
to the swing
Today, she stands alone
And sways the same swing ~
--gayatri rao
6 cups of caffeine
Mind:
Evacuating writers block
Heart:
Reviving lost memories
-
--gayatri rao
Every winters
She loved visiting the old man
At his old age home
Today,
She awaits
Hoping to be seen by a visitor
At an old age home
--gayatri rao
“why are you smiling
Looking at falling stars?”
Maa asked
“Through those stars I see
My dada
Smiling at me”- I answered
~
--gayatri rao
For him , the shades of grey too
Appeared colorful
“Color blind”
Made him love all equally
--gayatri rao
Good news: I have grown up
Great news : I have kept the child in me
Alive ~
--gayatri rao
She never spoke , until,
A gift at her desk completely changed her life.
She held a pen
That became her voice ~
--gayatri rao
30,single,ace writer,asked to write on love
In a given dead line..
Love blossomed !
As she wrote the first love story of her life
--gayatri rao
Yes,
There are clouds, dark clouds
Hovering over my bright skies
Not to rain or cast a shadow
But
Only to add rainbow to my life ~
--gayatri rao
She rose
From the same flames of ashes
That consumed her-
- An undefeated warrior ~
--gayatri rao
Earned his life
Making others laugh
Hiding his scars
Beneath those masks-
CLOWN
Clinched it all ~
--gayatri rao
And..
As she wished upon the stars
She beamed like the brightest moon-
--gayatri rao
Those eyes
That spoke
Of
Sleepless nights---
~ Tales unsaid ~
--gayatri rao
With every morning
She forgets the preceeding nights
Awakens
Only to meet a new version of herself
Amneisa
Canopied her brain ~
--gayatri rao
Dressed in red,
Wore a white beard
Encased the gift of love
To the children on the streets
Kids rejoiced
For
She became
Their secret santa ~
--gayatri rao
While the world
Conspired to kill her
She found herself a womb
And she named it her home -
--gayatri rao
Her untold feelings
Now became a memory
Written in book ~
--gayatri rao
As a kid
She loved painting the canvas
She grew up
Only to realise
Her life was only meant
To paint herself
Red on her forehead~
--gayatri rao
While others feared the plight
She enjoyed;
The end of the cliff
Marked her new beginnings
As she took her first flight ~
--gayatri rao
It was
Not the nightmares
But
The dreams
That
Kept her
Awake ~
--gayatri rao
the ink stained
the blank old papers
words flourished
memories flared
-gayatrirao
her untold feelings
now became a memory
written in book ~
-gayatrirao
She walked down
To explore the most beautiful things of life
Ended up
Exploring her
True self ~
--gayatri rao
