The Excerpt

Lonely is okay

Life, it would be;
I wondered in my sleep;
With glamour of flowers right beside me;
I'd touch the mountains through the sweep.

To me, it came as a bolt from the blue;
When the wind through my surrounding flew;
All wrapped up in the midst of secret;
I was by myself until very late.

Underneath the basin of a tree I stood;
For long I did, till I could;
With the petals swirling and the dust smirking;
I realised, this is not how it is supposed to be working.

I was hugged by the invisible particles in the air;
Kissed 'good night' by the voices around my hair;
With shut eyes I said, "It's not fair";
Until I realised for what to care.

On a loan path I stood;
With "If this isn't okay", what would?
Under the dazzling sun;
I sparkled to start my run.

With the sparkle to stay;
Lonely is okay;
With growth on it's way;
It's all okay.

That's okay!
I am okay!

~Himangini Rathore

(Special thanks to Bipasha Biswas for adding soul to the words)

Before I say, 'Ciao'

If it were the end of the world,
Would there be a narrative that you'd turn gold?
Maybe the silent sea waves,
That could have echoed louder than the caves?
Is it the bestowed rain,
Or the sparkle hunting in my brain?
Possibly the hurricane of flowers,
Or is it the pride on tall towers?
Could the ship of dusky clouds be it,
Or is it the arch of joy with it's tilt?
Would the glitter on a worm crawl along,
If not, maybe the Christmas tree with leaves living long?
Probably the wind bobbling magic all over,
Or the frozen river with crystallized gems under?
Is it the rush of neon layers in the sky,
Or the soothing flicker in my voice of 'why'?
Would you tell me today,
What good you have for me right away?
I shall wait for your eyes to talk now,
Before I head to say, 'Ciao'.

~Himangini Rathore