Joyous Ache

Open the box and feel each bead

On this one string of memory

This one, soothingly smooth

Wrapped in fingers, like in arms

This one, full of laughter

Lights up dark little crevices

Made blue by veins

And this one, with crossed over limbs

Brings back the joyous ache

Of pulled apart togetherness

© Sneha Singh 2015

Stories

Stories

Snap out of one.
And submerge into another.
One has my voice.
The other my eyes.

Stories, both
One verbose
The other black and white.

I pull me out of incessant rambling
So I can chase words around pages
Full of characters, woven to entertain
As they live their journeys through my eyes
One syllable at a time

I make my way through the wars and losses, heartbreak and joys
Murder, deceit and lies
That fill these pages.

Only to recognise, stories are everywhere, within and outside

Stop now, don't you see?
There's no running
From that which makes up
The very fibre of our being.

© Sneha Singh 2015

Fall

A paper boat makes its way
Upon a wave, unafraid
Until it rains, until it pours
And robs the boat of its control

A butterfly flutters by
Taking to colours and open skies
Until a bright orb shines its face
And the butterfly fades away

The mighty storm
The blinding lights
Have shaken my anchor
And closed my skies

As here I lie in my cocoon
For that which fixed me once
May do so again
Soon

© Sneha Singh 2015

What are?

You to me. Fluidity.
Like streams gushing through crevices
You make your way through my veins.

Me to you. Memories.
Like stars that speak through foggy nights
I twinkle now and again, when you shut your eyes.

We to us. Journey.
An ongoing pace, a beautiful phase
Wherein we are constantly uncovering

Pieces of each other.

© Sneha Singh 2015

Melt

There’s a stone in my chest

And one in yours

Hearts, hardened over time

Let’s rub them together

So we may get warm,

Forget of the wounds, they remind

Let’s breathe onto the surfaces

Of hard pitted rock

So goosebumps may appear

Let’s caress the grooved veins

That still pulsate with some life

Of moments we still hold near

Let’s rub them together

And light the spark

Which may turn into a fire

Let’s let these stones

Burn and melt together

Become one, engulfed in desire

© Sneha Singh 2014

(Dis)Integration

Break me away

From these tangles 

I find myself in

Creations of my own

Draw me out

As I struggle,

I drown, helplessly

In my own flood

The seconds of time

Like grains of salt

Rub against

The wounds in my soul

Pull me together

Amidst this storm

As I disintegrate

Into particles of dust

Make me One

With You

Like sand, 

Dissolving into the sea

That anchors its shore by day

And makes its bed by night.

© Sneha Singh 2014

Time Travel

What is it, that causes petals
To curl inward
And stay that way?

What is that, which
Keeps your eyes wet
And swollen?

This madness, that dissects
As it grows
Bleeds, as it flows.

Where is it?
My time turner?
Or did you steal that too?

©Sneha Singh 2014