His Eyes!

Delving deep, into his eyes-
To find,
A reflection-
Myself,
Embedded,
Deep.

Alas!

All I see,
In his intoxicating eyes-


...L...
O...V
...E...

That, dips me in.

And,
My reflection-
It never floats.

It sinks-
Deep, deep down,
Into his heart, an imprint.

And, it's just love, in his dear eyes-
All over;
Soaking me in.

A Legacy

Cross-legged, I sat-
On the wooden floor.

Opening a trunk,
Of eons ago,
Passed down-
Bequeathed, to me-

A legacy.

Cockroaches running around-
Outliving ages, they live.

Crumpled silk, moth eaten-
It lay, a worthless treasure.

Rummaging through the shambles,
I find-

Rusted souvenirs,
Singing a symphony, of its own;
Surviving the test of time-
It lay, on my palm-

Lifeless.

My nimble fingers held on,
To a parchment, old.
A newspaper cutting,
Yellowish hue adorned-

Termite struck.

Ever gently, I brushed,
The termite nest off-
And my eyes found light,
A portrait-

Mine.

I wonder, why you saved the portrait,
Through all these years-
When, blind you were-
Ever since birth.

Eyes wet, I walk back-
A legacy treasured.

Graveyard Fragrance

Let the rain drops splatter,
All over my grave.
The earthen land, dense;
Engulfing me, within-
A mound of gravel,
Thrown at me-
A random toss.

I hear a few chants,
From not so far, away-
A new visitor,
A fragrance fresh-
Carnations or lilies,
White or pink,
I wonder?

Its been a while,
Since I have had someone,
Come over-
No hand has ever touched me,
No flower has ever adorned me.
I wonder, why?
Ah! Desires of a wilted soul, unheard.

The veronicas have flourished,
I see-
Thriving from my dwindling essence,
It grows, covering me-
Pushing me deep, into oblivion.
And ruthlessly, I lay forgotten.

Graveyard fragrance-
Wish you could sniff the aroma,
Of dried up tears,
And soaked mud-
Withered soul,
And lifeless spirit.