Back to Routine

Two weeks ago 
House was cramped
brown boxes scattered
across my new home
A caravan of emotions 
crawled empty walls,
I looked around
for room to sit in silence
but where was the peace?
Difficult to peel off the old
heart bled
I tore off
tattered pages of memories
could hang on
no more
on silken thread of rust,
only fresh and new
can remain.
scrap by scrap,
rag by rag,
each item tossed
out of my door.
The things
that survived
the thorny times,
remained.
boxes have melted
furniture smiles
each useful article
stacked over new pile
Now at ease
I mold back to squeeze in
Have begun to wrap
once again
my new home
I feel it breathing
with warmth and love
Have begun
to find my soul
Its time to burn
a new lamp
to rediscover
my new comfort zone.

Mumbai City Never Sleeps

In my new home
It seems like 
I live amidst a busy town
Twelve midnight  
The traffic won't shut its spout
Beeps of motor, vehicles, bikes, 
Cars zoom by with no goodbyes
Was that a siren of police van? 
Trouble brewing somewhere down there..
I toss in bed searching peace..
Mumbai city never ever sleeps

In My New Rented Home

In the center of the town
noisy cars beeping
impatience
distract my easy mind
people walking here and there
killing time
life goes on at fast pace
on a vibrant linking road
but two floors up
in my new home
i sit busy arranging furniture
shifting hundred times to find the right position
to hang my thoughts
boxes lay unpacked
too exhausted.to.stretch
it will take sometime
to untie knots of confusion
to rearrange peace and harmony
i think i need some silence
of a right tone
to.find in my new house
a fresh comfort zone