Jaya Pillai

#AtoZatPp Dawn Dawn swathed In silken robes of hope Treads softly past My half open window, Breathing a prayer Over

AtoZatPp C Cut down the dying boughs With an axe, I say. Chop and slice each poisoned bit And set

AtoZatPp Break the glass ceiling, you say. You were meant to be more Than a keeper of things Around the

A song of mine, No more than a line, Lies entangled in a Web of untold thoughts – Half shrivelled

Perhaps this is it. Or is it? The elusive path To an eternity of happiness With its quagmire Of ifs

Of late, I have been painting pictures in  the air And framing them in  little cases That have sprouted From

Sometimes On the darkest of nights When the rumbling sound Of unknown fears Crawl in through the walls of My

YET ANOTHER MONSOON When the  clouds embrace The parched souls, Their dreams Begin to rush forth In torrents That  fill

Your words hit Against the brazen walls  Of dark minds  And bounce off To slide into A pit.  One day