The Longing

Another day
Oozing charm,
Staining me smitten
Comes through
With the bits of dusky poems
Swirling in my head.
My fingers
Fondle our memories in bed.
The winds whisper,
The chimes sing love
And my blinks and beats
And chills and smiles
Sync with the rustling palm leaves.
Thus and so
I await my tempter
Every moon
That brings a little honeyed pain
To my endless sky
Of rosy hues.

©Artwork by Anjali


Lost moonlit nights
Behind the bright skyline.
Citylights versus fireflies.
You’re glamour, you’re agile
You’re enchanting chaos
But oh bele of mine,
I’m perpetual slow lovers with dim lights,
Simplicity, serenity
I make love
To the balmy
Purple skies.

©Artwork by Anjali

Rajma Chawal

There are some days when the heart is light,
the mind is clean and the body is glowing.
When you don’t have to hustle to not let anything bother you.
When the sunset is slow and the good time doesn’t just fly away.
When all the desires vanish and you feel complete.
When you find love close, no matter how distant it actually is.
When mirth oozes out of every single pore of your body and at the end, life seems just perfect.

It has been quite a few days since i have shifted to Mumbai and it had been tough all these days to get my fragile self settled in an extremely novel atmosphere. Alone and bemused. Yet today i decided to treat myself and therefore managed to prepare a yum yum homely meal; really really close to my heart.

It’s this absolutely soft and flavoursome Rajma Chawal straight out of Anjali’s kitchen. Also, calling it a perfect day.

©Artwork by Anjali


When we enfold our bare bodies
Into the creasy cotton sheets,
When you clasp your wings around my ribs
And firmly press me to your chest,
My blazing world marinates into mellowness
And delights
In the cool of contentment.

©Artwork by Anjali

But, By Eventide

But, by Eventide

The sky is home
To you and so to me.
By eventide, a colour splattered canvas, all through.

A butterfly in love
Dancing around this poetry
Bathing in shades
Oh me!
Filling my eyes with lustre
Lungs with vigour
And mind with cheer;
The melancholy of you marooning
Lingers in my heart.

Yet i lie here everyday
Blowing to thy wondrous coloured sky
The whiffs of my perfumed ardour.

The despair is deep
But the day i miss out on this miracle
It’s chasmic!

©Artwork by Anjali