The Bazaar

She beckons me,
Across the street,
Of glowing lights,
And shared strife;
Over the crowds,
That endless seem,
And yet in thoughts,
Lost; unseen.

The wind cradles,
Her tender smile,
And I sway,
Expectations, wild,
That drive your heart,
More than the feet.
Yet sundry calls,
From jostled streets,
Are all somehow,
What stay with me,
And in my ears hum,
As I reach-
To cross the lines,
That were for the world,
But now recognize,
Only me;
It seems.

The Cross roads.


The cross roads,
I remember now;
Carrying loads,
Of wilderness.


In memory’s palace,
My perfect room-
And the dreams
That love would bloom,
In togetherness;
And quicken my steps,
In hopeful haste,
Onwards,
To meet and rest.


But now I stand,
Alone and stare,
The home is quiet,
Cold and bare,
The sun’s set,
So I look and yearn,
By the distant,
Lights that burn,
The earths smells 
Familiar,
But seems-
Unknown.


Vertigo,
Is from,
An earthly flight,
That spins our world,
Ever so slight,
So I trace my steps,
Back to the spot,
Where we had met,
But from where I got
Lost, to only learn-
The directions of
A wrong turn.

Karma; Good Lord!!!

It was a dream,
For i woke;
A lull ruse,
That to me spoke,
The bitter gleam,
That did poke,
My dreary eyes,
That couldn't cope,
With the sheen,
On wings of Hope,
That i could see,
As i spoke,
To a ground that came,
Too soon-too close,
And vertigo;
That familiar flow,
Of bile again,
To my throes,
And before i passed,
From rage slow,
To another round,
Of a numb glow,
Your wheel spinning,
A Halo...



(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Tired Feet




Tired feet's,
Habit to ease,
Another's shoes,
Off their heat,
And shoulders lend,
To passing each,
And befriend,
Their unknown dreams,
Whilst their own;
Tattered piece,
Of life or joy,
Or sorrows meek,
Wait in wonder,
In shy peeks.
For desire drives;
The world to seek,
Oneself at,
A price that seems,
Fair enough-
Lest you leave,
This bargain fair,
And wouldn't keep,
My hopes upon,
A fair mantle piece,
To quench my thirst,
That wouldn't cease;
But drown itself,
In your cluttered heaps...






(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

The Angel Who Wouldn't Fly




I took my hesitant,
Step and two,
My first walk;
Since I flew,
Always-
And never knew,
What little steps
Are Meant to do.


I looked about,
To think it through,
But such are deeds,
You can only do,
And looking back
In tinted hues,
Colour memories,
A little true...


Those dizzying heights,
I think they knew,
That rainbows are,
Tightropes too;
Over man's heavens,
Across skies blue,
And to a sun,
That burns us through.








(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Familiarity Breeds Dissent


Familiarity-
Couldn't be,
Words poor,
So you and me;


Rose again,
So truly
But fidelity runs,
And cannot see-


Faithless lies,
Fed daily
You to i;
And i to me.


Circles that,
Built mostly,
A life some said,
But i truly;


Felt those webs,
Had built for me,
A mask some said,
But i really;


The mirror felt,
To loop freely,
And shattered glass
To say surely


What was built,
Some dream maybe;
Where you were i,
With me as me...


(c) Gunveen Sachdeva

Bartering Hopes

It weighed on me,

So i bought a lie;

And thus was sold,

My only sigh.

It went in deep,

And did spy,

Restless hearts,

And souls tied;

With fruitless prayers,

In endless cries;

But a hope remains,

To barter try-

So eyes downcast,

To heavens rise,

For dreams are sold,

And life's the price...


(c) Gunveen Singh