Monday, 23 February 2015

I know

He comes
To love me,
Wearing, in a million and more colours,
his very own.


Sunday, 22 February 2015

The vagabond secrets of life

The misty yellow dust,
Writes her mystery on my fingers,
The wind,
Carries her onward.
The little secrets of life,
are vagabond.

They seek no hearth,
They seek no earth,
The secrets of life
Live, just live,
Playing their flute
In every ear,
They give goose bumps,
Uncovering, themselves
From dust, to dust.

Very often,
In the mid day Sun,
I stare,
At my bare fingers,
Searching thus,
Such vagabond secrets of life,
the dry, browning heap of lies.


Wednesday, 18 February 2015

The horizon

The blue star grows big,
The red star is ready to diminish,
Only the Sun within, shines at my wish,
The dawn plants a kiss,
The hunky-dory horizon,
Cares two hoots, for the star, that I miss.

Sangeeta Suneja

Friday, 13 February 2015


Love is all,
That I have,
Love is all that I am,
Love is all that I seek,
Blinded, I can not see,
But I do feel,
It has always been there
In the air,
How else do I breathe?

Sangeeta Talwar Suneja

Sunday, 8 February 2015

The nightmares

A broken silence,
with a silent sound,
A resonance
Wrapped around,
A trail,
a nail, a note to inch the wall,
I drop it,
It falls,
It clings to me, back again,
Oh these waves,
Play a game
On the strings, so tight
I await a sound,
To suffocate,
It remains,
Out of sight.

They take you everywhere,
Nightmares,in a broad daylight,
To the keynote,
Called Karma,
The lows are a high
For some,
Interesting thrill, to kill the time!

The nightmares!
In all the hallucinations, in the pitch dark mind,
We are predisposed to the idea, to mime!

We love to wear it,
A dark blue, a long evening gown,
Celebrating our fear,
We drown, in our nightmares.

We keep it often, at the bedside,
Till we kiss it a good night.
But our nightmares keep coming back to us
Again and again, in a door bell,
We sleep till the next morning,
Hugging them tight.

Sangeeta Talwar Suneja

Saturday, 7 February 2015

The leaf,

I was
Either red or green,
Turning yellow,
Is another leaf.

The blade says,
'Its a rainbow curve'!

Sangeeta Suneja

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

A daybreak

Today again,
The Sunshine defines the day,
I must search with in,
My mind has sped away leaving the Sun behind,
The limitless night has been waiting, at the bay,
For a day break.