Mysterious,
With a whiff of what-has-he-been-upto,
Tall, cocky,
A smile that’s way too much –
Over-the-top indulgent.
Author / Shiva Sharan
A love letter to Pondicherry
Dear Pondy,
I grew up with you. You held valuable treasures that I still unearth, to this day. Your many sights, your numerous tastes, and your inclusive vibe drew me towards you, like no one else did.
Chérie, I’m coming home.
Forego – II
The human condition
She walks into the room,
Innocent as a sweet, sweet flower,
Sweet as the sweetest honeydew,
Vulnerable as the most human.
Look beyond.
That underpant in a flashy shade,
The pendant hidden beneath the conservative-looking shirt,
Those barely noticeable highlights,
That piece of metal in that almost-forgotten crevice,
That no one will know,
And needs to,
Except you.
Forego
Alive.
You fly,
And boy, do you –
So much so that you’re at ease,
And at calm,
Finding tranquility in the pace.
Set free – I
Fiercely motivated people,
Whole as a single unit,
Need be together?
Set them free,
And flourish be.
You.
And in your arms,
I am reborn
In your touch,
My sin is absolved.
Vibes
Put down your foot,
You will,
The ripple that ensues –
Only one of very many.
A Sight into My Psyche 