Audelade

The glory of the golden strand,

Crafted to guard the treasures

Held by the human hand.

Pure and precious possession

Woven to adorn the human feet

Woven to enfold the mysteries of vanity

Audela`de raptures the world, with crafting clarity. 

Beyond the corridors of time

Beyond the corridors of time,

Lies the Inheritance of art,

Art that travels and; evolves,

Blends and is distinct,

Which fashions the genre

Audelade, the fashion;

Hand-woven and; handcrafted in gold and silver.

Audelade

A quest
for absolute perfection

A journey
in pursuit of timeless opulence

An expedition
to discover the unparalleled

Audelade

Holiday in college & sleep in hostel room

Those days with all my friends,

Careless, carefree and no nonsense.

Now, in the train .... I think about the 3 hr train journey,

which passed with smiles about the assignment pains.

Sitting at the window seat at a day, holiday in college....

& sleep in hostel room.

Traveling amidst the women, with I guess similar stories,

I am missing all my distant friends.

At the Station

He was at the station,

wearing an orange turban,

neat and perfectly tied.

There was something about him,

that made me want to know.

Staring tracks, he saw a rat move slowly.

I saw again, in anticipation.

The gaze had hardened and tensed, his face scrunched

People he was looking at, moving like the rat.

A sudden noise and the gushing rush

He froze, the train passed vacant

A wobbly step back and a turn confident, he left.

The arrangement!

Do you love me?

He asked, what does that mean?

Of-course! In pretense.

I knew.

Why did you marry me?

He turned his back,

What is this rubbish have you started?

I knew, he was hiding.

The arrangement! was that the only reason?

He was angry, I knew

His angry voice was fading behind the momentary flashes,

The warm lines running wiped the reminiscent lashes.

His angry voice now calm, he sighed peace,

I turned back with a wobbly feet.

To a door of no return,

I leave.

Full Moon

It is full moon, I have planned something.

Dinner!, your favorite and your way,

There are candles, flowers, red wine & ice.

There is something I want to say tonight.

He said, ' You are the breathe of fresh air in my life'

The adventure in my daily monotone red,

The only racing stream to blush my pale.

You! have taken me away from me, he said

And now I will, he whispered with ice

I sensed the stench of warm red flowing,

beneath the cold moon light.