On My Cloud

On my cloud

While playing with the rainbow,

Didn’t realize when I slipped down.

Tried making others laugh

Instead  got their frown.     

Tried touching stone in diamond

But hard cheese was playing at other end

Tried freeing  my soul from pain

But all hands I tried were in vain

Brain surrendered but

Dreams still ran in blood.

This opened the eyes of the power

Which were at time shut.

Tears of heart melt him melt

Some compassion just crept.

Again dry heart touched some dew.

Again the world seemed to be new

The generous power heard the loud

I am back again on my cloud.

                                                                                                           -Payal Saxena

Do the numbers count?

Do the numbers count? 

Does the age of mountain matters?

When it’s success touch the sky.

It’s victory will lead your path,

Not, your nature to pry.

Do you actually see the age of breeze,

Not the freshness of its youth it carry.

It sooth your soul in scorching heat

Then how does its effect vary?

Counting the feet of depth,

Of  the ocean blue bright.

Can you measure its love

To embrace the waters tight?

-         Payal Saxena

across the wind mill

ACROSS  THE  WIND  MILL     29^th Dec 2014

When the mind is sucked in a pandemonium,

Fingers play with the sand grain,

Eyes are in search of some sunshine,

But, brain says, now breath is at end.

                                      

When breath becomes like ,

A storm in the wind mill,

When sun seems to come,

Down from the uphill.

When moon melts in, Front of the eyes,

When there are only downs, and no highs.

Just hold your breath, Close your eyes,

Feel the breeze , Passing by.

If the heart says

“Things are not mine”.

Just make it chill,

Say, “It’s just not the right time”.


                                                                                - Payal Saxena