Silver linings, white soft silk, Creamy skin, supple, yielding. She stood at the hall way, Twinkling eyes, lined in Kohl, Shining eye lashes, shimmering, Holding alive, a million dreams. The lone string of lustrous beads, On her slender neck,it shone. Locks of golden hair, let down, Swaying along, in the breeze,. Her vine red lips, mesmerizing, Curved, offering a dazzling smile. Dangling chandeliers, glittering, Jingling from across her ears soft. White silk, hugging her tight, Gentle curves, swaying delight.
She stood, across the stairway, A golden dream, in the midnight blue. Aching to touch, to hold, to love, He stood, hidden behind the crowd, Watching, devouring, her every move. Ever oblivious to him, she moved, Gliding across the glazing ball room, Dancing feet and breathtaking beauty.
Eyes cloudy, in sheer awe, he stood, Admiring, loving, achingly distant. Painstakingly beautiful, she stood, Steps ahead, in all divine splendor. Flocks of people, rushed over, To bow, to please, to see- her. And he stood away, far away, Behind the luscious gold curtains, Afraid, to be noticed, to be known. Aching for her, yet ever so content, With just a glimpse, he sighed. Breath caught, he stood through, Watching the stardust rain over her, Sprinkled in the moonlight, astral. And then, he felt the curtains vanish, And he saw her looking up, at the sky.
Smiling at him, she stood, vulnerable, And he twinkled, a star, from the sky...
In the shady dusk of dawn, I sit, cross-legged, Head bowed, Not in reverence, Mere aloofness.
Is it this?
Or is it that?
....maybe, I need more time, more space...
Time seems still, The clock static, dead.
The candle seems dying, Flame bluish, cyanotic . I count my toes, One, two, three.... ...nine and ten. Wishing for a knife, In the darkest of nights, No cuts, no bruises, Fair spotless skin, My clean slate, to run my thoughts.
An ode to Christmas, here I go, Dwelling into my childhood memories, Memories of savoring the special days, Of living and loving Christmas:
As the snow carpet begins to veil, All the glory hidden beneath the layer, As the chilly winds begin to holler, And winter sales being to flood allover, I find myself awake, to a new December, A new winter, and a new Christmas!
Trudging through the snowy footpaths, Dressed in fur, covered in layers of wool, Windows all over, displaying goodies, Apartments cloaked in golds and reds, Shimmery decorations, to welcome ol' Santa. Ah! Christmas season in all earthly splendor!
The rush for the best tree to be adorned, In lights and stars and twinkling shimmer. The 'shopping till we drop' sessions at large, The oodles of chocolates and fruit cakes, The many odd Santas dressed in red and white. Indeed, a time to relish and cherish, ever!
The gifts well packed, placed beneath the tree, The largest of the socks, neatly unfolded, Lay hung, beside the many bed rests, in awe, Hoping to be filled to the brim, a year's rewards, For being good, kind and perfect to the hilt. Indeed, a night of sleepless fervor, delightful.
All the folks on the hunt, for that very one- The perfect turkey, to be stuffed with all joy, Cookies and brownies, wine and the perfect dine. Prayers of being and doing good, for one and all, Saviour's sacrifices remembered in deepest respects, A new Christmas, in all spirit and purity of being.
Tonight, as I sit back reading this special ode, A drop of tear drops down, and I find myself, Go back to being me, pure and blemishless, As that little girl, on the Christmas eve, years ago...
The very long time of being together, Wild youth and cherished memories, The rapturous joys, twinkling over, The days that stretched into sheer bliss, And nights ending in eternal flames, Toppings of the golden sun rising. Indeed, bygone days, ever charismatic!
The trivial clashes of opinions many, The daily trifles ever so bitter sweet, Pillow fights, flakes of cotton fluffy, Scattered all over our crumpled beds, A million dreams sprinkled, in them. Waking up together with sheepish grins, Battles of overnight, forgotten in ease!
Now, as I sit alone, in the very same room, Re-living those days, I wonder stark, What really did go wrong, was it you, Or was it me? Not that it matters now. Yet, I ponder day and night, moments galore, When did things take a headlong turn, Moving ourselves apart? A creek growing.
Memories flood me, as I wake up alone, They surround me in my every move. Engulfed by the vacuous depth, of despair, I sit back, trying to frame the lost thoughts, Placing each word uttered, retracing each step. And in the wake of every new dawn, I cry out loud, For I see a glassy silhouette shattered, in my dreams..
White satin gown, crystals in shine, She stood waiting at the altar, in her veil, And he came in too, she was told. People moving, shielding her view, "Where is he?" she asked in concern. "Oh! He's here my child, Safely tucked, in all protection" Replied the best man, in his finest suit, And moving away, teary eyed, he gave her her view. It was then, that she saw his coffin, stark.
He'd hold me in his sleeves; Throw me away, A random toss.
Fed up, Of being hurled, I'd give myself, A javelin lurch!
Sometimes, I'd get a raise, Someone would come, whispering soft. A note of love, a touch soft, And I'd tremble, in ecstasy. Smiling, I'd give myself to the touch, Playing a melodious hymn, Just for the stroke of love, blessed!
But alas, I'd find gentle pricks, Spots of darkest red, Dripping bruises, ink oozing.
He'd cry for me, And I'd feel, i can live the pain, And try again, to be on my own. Together, he and me, We'd move on, Broken, yet reviving ourselves.
And then, Off the sudden, Another brilliant stroke.
Again, leaping joy, Mounting in me, afresh. He'd toss me again, And I'd sway along in glee, Playing a different tune, a new symphony.
Wonder if it's just my fate, Skipping and hopping, Smiling and crying, Whining and pining, Singing and dancing, Breaking and mending.
The very gentle breeze, Laden with the fragrance, Of young new blossoms; It blew on, soft a gale, And I tried hard to smoothen, My flying black locks!
The beauty of today, Reflects in my eyes. The youth of life, Ebbs in my each heartbeat. Life is indeed beautiful.
Every little step I take, Bubbles of dreamy desires, They swell in me. And I walk on, barefoot, As if along petal soft a path, Following the trail of bubbles. Bubbles of my dreams, Fresh, Glazing, Tender And, ever so mine!!!!!
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