Monday 30 June 2008

Ah! Firefly!

The night seemed unusually calm
And I tossed,
And turned-
Sleepless.

Walked out, onto the terrace-
A night time stroll
Lazy, I eyed the sky-
Starless.

Velvety black,
The stretch of infinity
Appealing.

Cross legged I sat,
Looking over at the horizon,
A picture, I drew-
Dreamily
At the dead of night.

A twinkle far across,
I did see-
Alluring,
Its glow seemed to grow
Brighter-
Semblance,
Of incandescence.

The spot, gained its girth-
A hollow encompassed.
It moved-
Further in,
Towards
My eternity.

The refulgence nascent,
Now gestating-
A flutter,
Random swishes
Of a winged descend.

Ah! firefly,
Nocturnal beauty,
It radiated at a distance-
Smiling,
I went back-
To dip away,
Into deep slumber.

Warmth unusual,
My body responded-
Yet,
I bind my eyes shut,
Oblivious-
Asleep like a log.

Mornin', the sun peeked in,
Forcing my eyes open-
Sitting up,
I smelled the air-
Pungent,
Acrid-
Burnt dreams,
Did I smell?

I walked over,
To pick the newspaper. Damp.
(Had it rained, finally?)

And my eyes struck the light out-
As it read
"Airplane crashes, kills hundreds"

Burnt flesh, not dreams-
I looked at my fingers slender-
Trembling.

Ah! Firefly-
I realize.
As the odour of flesh,
Burnt me,
All over.

Sunday 29 June 2008

Tinsel Town

The tinsel town
Glittered her charm.
And lured
A trap.

Dainty dreams
Shimmered
A glow. Enigmatic.

Sprinkles of star dust
Floated.
Twinkling nights
And misty morns,
Inviting.

Fabricated a lie,
They did.
Dressed in brightest blue-
A brocade adorned,
Precious white lies?

White? No.

Duffel bag of my dreams,
I carried along.
Fastened with my love,
Encompassing
The very true me.

Ripped open, my bag-
Over, and over.
Dark hands pounced,
And tore apart,
Scattering my dreams
All over.

Held the battered pieces,
Together-
Tried to darn them anew.

Shoved my dreams,
Once again,
Into the parched rag-

Scarred,
Yet, breathing.
Once again, I carry it on-

To the tinsel town,
Where dangling stars wink,
And floating dreams shine.

Where I'll start off,
With a lie, all mine-

Grey.

Friday 27 June 2008

Dew Drop!!

A Drop-

Hugging onto the cob web,
She shone.
Criss-crosses of silvery white,
Cradled the droplet,
A tender sway.

Reflecting the green
Anchoring the cozy bed
Of slivery mesh,
She lay-

Cuddling onto the soften film,
Caressed by the morning mist
Tickled by the fresh breeze.

"Open your eyes"
Cooed the vibrant sun-
And ever so gentle
She winked back,
A tease-

"I hold your light, in me,
O' can't you see?"


Tossed herself, the breeze,
And burnt herself, the sun drops.

Ephemeral, her Pride-
Vaporized, her Charm.

O' Dew Drop!

Thursday 26 June 2008

Existence


















The amaranthine sea be-calls me.

Yet, am no river
Endless,
Streaming into your depth.

You and me-
We culminate,
In each other.
Timeless.

An estuary
I can't but find-
Can you?

Or, I'd rather ask-
Do we need to (find)?

Yet, I hear the murmurs
Of the sea-
The music of the lashing waves
Encompass my senses, Whole.

The symphony of the sea gull's touch
Takes my breath away-
A split second,
Of being Numb.

The coral stretch and the sandy shore-
I hear them all,
Calling out
Loud, into me.

Restless,
I toss and turn-
An Insomniac .

The seashell roars,
Violent.

And, I walk over to the sea,
One more time.
Breath racy,
I look out-

A trace,
A shadow
Far across-
A Ship.

(In vain.)

Mist sprinkled all over,
I hold back the disappointment.
My numb limbs carry me back-

To the restless me,
Waiting-

For You.

Rippling Effervescence



She toyed with the wind
Relentlessly,
Whispering a sweet lullaby.

The zephyr seemed to sing out-
Soft, and clear.

She sat,
On the wooden plank-
A bridge across the stream,
A make-away delight.
Her supple feet,
Barely skimming over
The crystal clear water-
Ripples,
Gyrations
Of her vitality-

A purl,
Seamless.

The foamy lather, she blew-
Bubbling,
All over.

Lustrous,
Each bubble held a dream-
Enclosed within its film layer
Ever so tender-
A hollow encompassed,
It shone-

Effervescence
Of an innocence,
Still not lost.

.
.
.

As the bubbles touched his face,
He shook himself awake,
From a reverie savored,
Halfway.

And his canvas lay forgotten at his side,
Achingly-
For that stroke,
Of life.

Tuesday 24 June 2008

Untraced

I held the sand in my hands
Gravels of earthen hue,
Adorned the tinge-
Of sun drops new.
Reams of poetry,
In store,
Grits of dusky light
And ebon dreams,
Longing to be shared.

The sapless soul,
Hid behind the shadow-
Waiting
For that stroke,
Of sheen.
Where pebbles turn to marbles,
Forever
Cherished.

And as the sun changes her resting pose,
The dreams scamper away-
In hope,
Of redemption-
Of its delightful abode.
The shaded realm,
Untainted.

The onyx eyes,
Fixed itself
In.
Gentle tosses and turns-
The grit spread,
And blew.
Cradled by the zephyr
Seamlessly in love,
It sang a lullaby,
A soulful rendition.

The sand sunk low,
As the rain hit the shore.
Gently the duffel bag
Split-
And my dreams scattered all over,
As the sand grains blew
A trail,
Untraced.

Monday 23 June 2008

Pole Star


Blessed be the pole star
That guides you ever,
In the pitch darkness of the night.

The lofty waves cradle you
Propelling you forth,
Soothing frayed nerves
And tired senses.

Wish I were the very star
Blessed.
For, it smiles bright
Into you, each night-
Glimpsing You, My love.

Jealous, yes, I am-
Of the lone star
You gaze at,
Every sundown.

Blessed be the star,
At whom, you longingly stare
Each night.

Yet, even more blessed I am-
For whom, you so achingly wait
On your endless sail-
Ever and forever.

Sunday 22 June 2008

Itchy-Twitchy

Itchy-Twitchy,
Hard to keep still,
Restless
And icky-picky-
Sigh!

The mind that breeds,
And thrive-
On hatred dark.
Revulsion deep-rooted,
Sprouting limbs
Of frustration.
Steps futile,
Calling for attention;
It screams out-
Pity!

"Inky-Pinky" goes the chorus,
Rummaging for dirt-
Delving deep,
Into the potholes
To come up-
Breathless,
With a haul-
Of obscene threats
And envious retorts-
Frivolous!

Grow-up,
Would you?
Sigh!

Star!


I held onto the star
That hung itself,
From the nocturnal sky.
Mourning a silent night,
I held on.

The star twinkled-
A bright, astral glow.
Tossed me, high and low,
A final sway, and good bye.

Struck out,
The vacuous aura
Of the deceased star.
Fell back, I did
Realizing-

I had saved the star
Long until I stayed awake,
Eyes open wide, holding it in.

And as my eyes did finally blink,
The star dropped down-

A blissful tear.

Consummate


Suckled onto a dream,
Often forgotten.
Savouring every sensation,
Gyrated desires
Pooling in-
In sheer wanton.

I ask-
Are my dreams extravagant,
As they are often termed?
Can't my desires soar,
As long as the sky remains
Seamless, an expanse?

No-
Voices chime in chorus.
And piteous passions
Burn my pure dreams up,
Before devouring the real me.

(Reaping joy...

... in destruction-

Mine.)


Frenzy of passion throes,
Consummate.
Satiated?

Us!


Just a you and a me
Makes it
a perfect-

Us!

Friday 20 June 2008

Evanescence


The specks of dust rose-
A pirouette,
From ashes.

The stardust sprinkles-
Scoured their way,
Heeling to the tune of
Uncertainty.

Fading,
From the goblet,
Of eternal desire-
It built up,
A new aura.

The blink of an eye-
And all I could see
Barren palms,
Cupped
.
.
.
Vacuous,
It bled-

Evanescence.

Wednesday 18 June 2008

Exhale

Touched the rope
And
Held it taut,
A pull-
Lynching on.
(Towards...

... infinity?)


Slackened the knot
And
Waited in thought,
A bind-
(Desires,
Capering...

...away?)




The rope split half away-

I

F
e
L
L...



...exhaling
Out, or In?

( I Wonder!)

Vaporised

Bubbled down,
Frothy, her dreams rancid.
And slivers of desire,
A smoky black tinge.
Vaporised-
Herself
.
.
.
Ah! Electro convulsion-
Thy name!

I Dropped the Vase!

Just when everything seems fine-
The vase drops.

Shattered-
The pieces, I collect-

And the clouded peace,
Disappears-

Ah! Saturated,
Yet, inconsistent,
Ain't it??

Monday 16 June 2008

Unshared :)


Held me, when I faltered,
And hugged me, when it mattered,
You did.

The times when we distanced,
Our ideas mauled, at loggerheads
We stood-
Furious, unrelenting.
Yet,
You knew.
And, you did it every time-
Win me over.

The bruises of once,
Have healed with time-
Yet, the dampness of your tears,
Still ache in me.
For, I know-
The tears you shed,
Were to save up mine.

Today-
As I hear wishes and cards,
Gifts galore being shared,
I sit back
Pondering-

Would a day suffice,
To let you know,
How much you matter to me?
I believe a life-time falls short-
When I think of you, Dad.

So,
No cards, no wishes,
From my side,
On this Father's Day.

Just my love and prayers-
As any other day.
And I know,
You won't ever read this note-
I never want you to.

For,
I know-
You know.

You always have.

Saturday 14 June 2008

Is the sand slipping away?


Lofty! Thy steps on the threshold.
In mirth I find thee, desolate, I watch,
Thy footprints harsh, merging in.
Writhing in pain, eyes misty, myself.

Come, bury the pains, each tear shed,
Come, take me with thee, to thou abode...
.
.
.
Never did come, thee-
Dragged myself through the desert runes,
Mirages did torture, yet I held on,
Just to prove to thee-

I need no thee.



Tonight, I find the sand slipping away,
Once again.

And despite all the resentfulness,
I call upon thee,
For I need the power,
To mask my betrayed soul's pride-

And walk by thy shadow-
once again.



I find thy footprints, once again-
Shameless,
I follow thee.

Waiting for a chance,
To be out of deep peril-
To survive the guilt,
And bask in deep seated revulsion,
Against thee.



Yet, the footprints never fade away,
The sands never slip aways-
It simply merges,
With mine.

O' Why such forgiveness,
To the one who failed thee;
And still continues to fail thee,
Ever?
.
.
.
Ah! Lofty thy steps, untraceable,
And I realize why-
Thy abode remains undefined.

And, I know-
The sand never did slip away.

Thursday 12 June 2008

Ah! Raining Bliss!!!


The toffee melt,
Dribbled across her shirt,
Once crisp and white,
Now turned a murky shade,
Traces of muddy reds,
And chocolate browns-
Ah! What a treat?

She trotted along,
Singing her new song-
"Keep to the footpath"
A voice chimed-
She turned back,
To see her nerdy bro,
Walking over, to her.

He gave her a look,
Stern and all-knowing-
"Eeyuckk, What a Mess?
Stay Away...!"

Disgusted,
He muttered.

Grinning,
Making faces-
She danced along,
Dreamily.
.
.
Thunder struck,
And lightening flashed!

She scurried over,
To him, in aid-
Held hands, he did,
Walking her over,
Safe and secure-
A brother's pride.

The rain clouds
Decided to dance-
And scattered all over
Droplets of joy.

Her teary face,
Shone bright-
Her toothless smile,
Merged with his-

Together,
They hopped,
From this puddle to that-
Splashing the water-
Drenching their senses,
Oblivious-
In all innocence.

Racing home-
They arrived,
At the door steps.

"Oh-Oh... What a Messs? Urghhhh "
Murmured the sister in mock disgust,
Pointing over, to him-
Drenched and muddy,
Head to toe-
He stood,
Grinning.
.
.
Sharing,
The moment-
Ah! Raining Bliss!!!

Sunday 8 June 2008

Cease Fire


The fireworks erupted,
From nowhere.
Brilliant flashes,
Of pompous colours-
Myriad emotions,
In one go-

Rapture!

The gentle entwining,
Of passion-
The touch,
That sent shivers
Across the spine,
The lips that hungered,
For that,
And this-

Breathless,
The dizzy magic bloomed.

Cease fire-

The senses called for-
Reluctantly,
And they let go-
Hunger in their eyes,
Shying away,
As the smiles blossomed,
Finally.

Nouveaute



















The crater-
It welled up,
Exudate foaming,
Fluffs,
Whisked off,
By the metaphorical winds.

Frothing,
An overflow-
Washing over,
The grime,
That still had no traceable print.

Innovation-
Discovering the new,
Unearthing a wealth,
Unknown,
Yet.

The pride of conception-
A step to sow the seed,
And nurture the sperm,
Of exquisite dreams-
Infusions,
Into tomorrow.

Nouveaute-
A fresh beginning.
.
.
.
Alas!
Head-long,
I fell-

The froth merged with mine,
Endless.
Another instance-
Serendipity?

Wednesday 4 June 2008

The Gul mohar that Cried..



'Twas on that fateful summer night-
That the gul mohar tree cried.

I remember-

The evening sky touched her-
Gentle a touch,
Sensuous.'

I nibbled my pen,
Into a stump-
Rummaging for words,
That strain inside-
For release.

The words dangled in front of my eyes.
Yet, incoherent, the spaces-
Strings of alphabets,
Random.

My eyes closed, as I fell back,
Into a reverie-
A frown forming along my brow,
Beads of sweat breaking.

Plop!

A blotch on my paper sheet,
I find the ink trace a dream-
A mirage,
The letters heeling a dance,
Teasing,
And taunting-
A lovely love,
Endearing.

'The leaves jiggled,
Adorning the crimson hue,
Of dusk.

The breeze rumbled a new melody,
As the rustles grew smooth-
And finally,
Died down-
As night embraced her,
Making love.'

The blotch dried up,
Yet, it left a mark-
The faded grey of night.

My eyes screened through the words
The critical mind, that love the errs,
And questions the flow.
Across ages, its been the same;
The eagle's eye-
Mine.

'The silence felt ever so eerie,
As life slipped into slumber,
To be awaken
By that cry-

And as I heard it loud,
I knew-

The gul mohar had finally cried out.

Bliss!'

Plop!

A new blotch-
A droplet, that poured out of me-

For the gul mohar that cried bliss,
The crimson sky that effused love,
And the night halo that embraced life.

And, I cried-
For the live words,
Borne from my soul, once again.

Icicles






















The last time I felt your touch-

I shimmered,
In your glow.
And basked,
In your warmth-

Blissful ecstasy.


The spring flowers etched a heart,
Of reds and yellows,
As we sat a distance apart-
Caressing our senses-

In sheer abandon.


The zephyr whispered a lullaby-

Ever so gentle,
I held my hands out,
A welcome note,
A gesture-

Ever so soft.


The time stuck, in my heartbeats-
As I waited,
In blithe anticipation,
Of possessing-

My heart's desire.


The gale swept off the reds and yellows-

Winter bloomed frost,
All over-
Icicles of my love,
Froze.
.
.
.
A testimonial of the lost season-

A winter love-
Frost beaten.

Tuesday 3 June 2008

Living Dreams



















All dreams break-

Into shreds,
At times exploding,
Into a million little pieces,

Yet,
some survive,
The test of time.

Waiting-

For that stroke-
Where erupts,
Crystalline miracles!

Dreams,
That push us along,
That edge,
Towards-

Living.

Sunday 1 June 2008

Frozen Frame


I asked her,
To give it to me-
A final gift,
That would live,
As long as I live.

She turned to me,
Her eyes wet,
Droplets of pain,
Swelling in-
Yet failing,
To befall.

Click!

The scene froze,
Into a timeless memory.
A frame,
That withstands the touch-
Of time,
Of life,
Of love.

A portrait,
Lit by the oil of my life,
Nurtured by my breath,
Thwarted by the mere memory,
Of hers.

Yet, her photograph,
Never does remain lifeless.
But, a frozen frame,
I remain-

Framed.

Deadly Night Shade



















Sleepless!

Humming,
A new tune-
Of the young nightingale,
Stark.

Enchanted!

I step out,
Into the open-
A midnight stroll,
In all earthly solitude.

The darkness shines,
Lustrous beauty-
And I lose myself,
In the haze.

Each step I trace,
Fresh,
Lay hidden amidst the dark;
And I lose the yesterdays.

Erupting,
From the night-
I bloom,
A night shade's pearl.

An ashen white,
Merging into the pitch black-
The color of life,
Adorns me today, in nude glory.

Resplendent!

The sleepless eyes,
Drool in a sense of deja vu-
As the scent of birth,
Blooms forth.

The rooster cries-
Awakening me,
And I walk back,
Shaken.

Thespian!

The very act,
The plot, the memory-
Ever fragrant,
I smell of the Deadly Night Shade-

Ah! Enigma!

Untitled

I need help;
Accept the bitter truth-
I try to implore the self.

Acceptance comes with no reason,
At many a time,
I realize.
Yet, for me, no reason could ever,
Be that strong,
To overpower,
My fear,
The ache.

I am near perfect,
Says my mind,
A final try,
To save-

The ego.

Hurt,
Of acceptance,
The shameful woes,
Distasteful worries,
That marr the one chance-

Self realization,
And the one thread,
To pull myself up,
Once again.

Yet,
My mind works,
Twisted,
And twirled-
It beats in horror.

Hurt me not-
I wish to deliver,
Yet the final hurt,
It wins-

The ego,
Rises
Above the ashes-

And it swirls,
A content smile,
A smoky haze-

Impetuous?

Dissolved

He held my hands in his-
Firm,
Unrelenting,
Forceful.

I winced,
The pain burning in.

Let go off me,
I yearned to scream-
But,
Caught I were-
In a state of utter panic,
Paranoia,
In its strongest elements.

The fumes suffocating,
My chest swelling,
In the acrid fumes-
Choking,
I held back the cough,
In fear.

Your eyes flashed panic,
For a split second,
I thought-
It's over.

And then, you held me closer-
Firm and tight,
Your heart hammering against mine,
In sheer frenzy.

I tried to pry myself away,
From your arms-
But in vain.

Your eyes flashed the warning-
Yet, no terror struck,
And I gave in-
Silent.
And our heart beats,
Danced,
A symphony.

The fumes came down,
Your eyes showed relief,
And care-
The harsh lines on your face,
They broke away,
Into the brilliant smile,
Heartwarming.

Finally,
Its all over-

The moment saved-
The terror seized,
You let go off me,
A final touch,
A pat-
Of reassurance.

And you walked away-
Into the hazy smoke,
And I watched,
Your silhouette fade-
And merge into the smog.

I couldn't yet gather it true-
Saved by a stranger,
From the riots,
That shook my world.
The few minutes,
That seemed like a lifetime,
Now seems eternity,
Lived-
And lost.

Finally,
Its all over-

The moment lost,
Yet saved,
Forever-
A memory,
Etched deep.
.
.
.
Dissolved.
 

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