Sunday, 22 February 2009

Poetic Percussion!

My Poetry never gushes out
Into the open.
It hides within the casket
Of Salted Sonnets
Spruced up, Savourless.
I prod it not
Lest it sink in deeper.
Nor do I coax it out
In fear.
Repetitive Repulsion
Of a Repugnant Repartee,
I do not want to provoke
The words,
Lest they decide to clamour away
Raising the bells,
And forcing out
The air along the windpipe.
Choked Chortles
Of a Chandelier Chimera,
Snuggles into the cocoon
Of Aphrodite desires.
In the dearth of poetry,
I try to find words
To drape into a veil
Of Priceless Pronouncements
Of a Peripatetic Psyche.
Poetic Percussion!

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Neither here, nor there.

I don't ask you to find me the topaz
Of the oceans worth
Or to bring me the scent
Of my today.
I ask not for the emerald
Of the sailor's trove
Or treasure, buried.
Nor do I ask for the lantern
Of the deck
That shines on,
Brighter than my eyes.
I ask you to come over
And kiss me with the touch
Of love,
And to take me with you
Where ever the winds and waves
Take you.
Don't just leave me
Neither here, nor there.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Laughing Tendrils :)

I'd let my tresses down
On a will of its own,
Hoping, praying
It would fall, into a tendril
Framing the diamond of my face.
Just so that,
You would take notice
And your eyes would return
Over and over again
To capture
That wisp of hair
Falling free.

So then, I could catch you unaware,
Smile my all-knowing smile,
And maybe, flutter my eyelashes,
A bit.
And more than ever,
I'd let you see-
I've known, and I do know.

Yet, now, don't you think
It's time,
For voices to chime in?

Maybe, there is fear, there is hesitation.
Or maybe, you don't really wish to.
I don't want to question you
Or my faith.

So I'd gulp down the doubts
And look into your misty eye.
I'd find that tendril, loose
And gently, I'd tuck it away
Behind my earlobes, just so that
It'd kiss the nape of my neck,
Near that mole, your eyes often wander to.

And, I'd find your smile
Catch at my throat.
And you'd let me see-
You have always known, and you still do.
And it matters not, if it remains unsaid.
For it can never remain unseen.
You see it,
And so do I.

But, the tendril doesn't see it all, nay?
As our eyes acknowledge the unsaid,
It heels a dance on its own;
As though breathless
With our laughter.

Feeling so cold today...

The withered carnations
Break away, from my nimble fingers
Spiraling along with the wind.
I kiss my soul into it,
Breathing in the scent of loss.
And I wave a goodbye,
As the petals rise from the earth,
Carrying with it, moist tears
And silent prayers-

In hope,
That it would find you;
In faith,
That you'd read into it,
And find me.
And know it true,
How so very hard it feels today
Being away.
And realize,
How cold I feel today.

So, I send across to you
My soulful notes-
Just to say
I miss you so.
And amidst this lowly hue
I'm still glad
That I feel this way
Cold, and vulnerable.
For, without you,
I'd never have been this way
Loved, and missed.
(Just the way, you are.)

Thursday, 12 February 2009

Of Sharing :)

Not a dollop more of Love
I could bear to have.
Else it would leak and run out
Of my cup.
Overflowing, like an incessant spill
It would take away
With it,
The fondest of our memories.
And we'd be left,
With no fragrant yesterdays.

And no, I don't want it to be so.
I need all my yesterdays-
Some trails show footprints mine,
And some share yours.
And I can retrace all of those
At will,
And smile and weep,
Silent escapades, into us.

I tell you, its not always about us-
At times, its all about me
And at certain hours,
Every needle points at you.
It doesn't scare me. No, it doesn't.
I know-
Togetherness isn't a threat,
And eternity isn't sticking on.
And love isn't a measure
Of wanting, and more of wanting.

So I tell you, I need no filling,
For Love can never fill-
It is like the tide,
That washes over and recedes
And, yet, you know-
It'll be back,
Sooner or later.
There is no shore to Love,
It is an ocean,
Off nowhere
And of everywhere.

And so I need no more of your giving-
I need a little of sharing.
Could you?

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

My Mistletoe Moment :)

Its not everyday you see the sun rise,
So let today be one of a kind.
Together, we can wait up
To watch the sun peep out at us
And today, we can boo him away
For being late.

Grumpy, the soap operas make me.
Especially those love baked scenes
That melt and swoon,
And always, when I stay back alone,
And off you go, working.
(Just like that one-
Of sunrise and him and her.)

Together. Together. Together.

It rings like a bell,
That none but me can hear.
It is not like there is no together
Anymore, for me.
There would be more, nay?

It is once again, that season
Of pink hearts, and teddy bears.
The season when love blooms in the air
And everyone heel a dance.
The world drapes in reds and whites
And cakes and chocolates,
Satiates, one and all.
All the laughter spread, far and wide,
To reach me,
And get lodged, in my throat-
A memory.

Once again, I sit back with our journal
Shuffling through those memories.
It seems like forever.

"Oh! Not again!" a groan, I heard.

I turned around, to find him at the door,
Tired, and messy-
"A hard day at work, honey?"
I asked, amidst smiles.
"Hmmm...Not as bad as yours, I see."
He teased.

"Ohhh that..."I quipped, pointing to the album,
"Oh, I missed you so much,
It did feel like ages."

He smiled, all-knowing-all-bearing
As held me close, and we shared
An eternity of togetherness,
Wrapped in that Mistletoe Moment.

"Ah! Who needs a Mistletoe to kiss?

P.S # Mush n Goo... :D Enjoy Valentine's!!! A Kiss from me to all :P

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Birth Shades

There are times when I feel beaten
Tired, and vacuous.
The world seem like a prison,
Caging me in.
Why? I have never asked.
For, I know-
There are no answers
To some of the simplest questions,
Of life.

Born of the wrong shade- ah! girl-
Mollycoddled and adored,
Educated and inspired
To win the world, attain the dreams,
Smile to eternity,
Spread joy,
And be all that you want to.
The false promises, of once,
Pricks me, today-
A pain searing, it forces its way
Through me.

You asked me to sketch my life,
In every way I like.
You gave me colours,
And taught me to mix hues,
To create that shade,
Of me.
And now, when I paint myself,
To reflect on the tinged mirrored space,
You ask me to step back,
And drape myself in a cloak
Of pitch black.

Why? I wonder out loud.
Answers none, you offer.
Norms, Society, Tradition-
You murmur incoherent strings of words.
And my voice gets caught,
In the turbulent tide of emotion,
That gurgles it way through my throat.
But, in vain.

Surreal, those yesterdays.
Charred, those dreams, you effused.
Fake, those glittery wings,
You taught to flutter.

Wish I'd understand,
If, this day of chaining my soul, it had to be-
Then, why, o' why
Did you fill me with those myriad colours,
In childhood?

Why those winged turquoise dreams,
When you knew all along,
My birth shade would pull me back,
And, someday, everything would turn sepia??

Answers, I no longer ask for.
All that remains, are questions galore.

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