October 31, 2012


(inspired by my blue eyed baby)

On a stormy night
Even the sounds
Seem distant.
A trace knock –
Maybe thunder?
A pin drop –
A tree uprooting?
Cut off,
Even shut eyes
Lend more vision!
Break the box-
This closeted life!
Allow me,
To elope with the wind!

October 22, 2012

The dance of light

I dance
in those mad circles
light shining from my hands
forgetting all else
in the darkness
we are rings of light
with beats filling our insides


Written in memory of the Diya dance that we perform during Garba at Ahmedabad. 

October 04, 2012


It is that phase again. Of that general lost feeling. But this time, I am going to fight harder. To be alive, is probably what one should be most thankful for. Rest, is transient.

© Dryad's Peak
Maira Gall