Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
game of souls
his exhausted form spent wasted
half buried in hot sand bed
being baked spreads his scent
with love in his heart he seeks refuge
she awakes from a restless slumber
spent in making undone done furtively
her eyes open with yawn in her veins
bottom of the sea with green light filters
through a thousand opaque layers of mirrors
his moans of longing met her ears
startled! she forgets to put her cloak
with her flippers taking long listless leaps
she lands on baked shores
to find his handsome form
face turned crimson
luscious lips asking for hers
eyes twinkling with mischief
chest warm manly charm
waiting for her head to rest
long arms stretched in wait
scent of his amorous breath
painting in air a rainbow of lust
gradually she sits by him
takes the brush in her hands
with the swish of her wish
pulls the skies on their bare heads
earth ploughs itself softer
then they all play together
the game of universe
game of origin
hop scotch that souls play
in unison they rejuvenate
first arrivals on this holy land
owned by all
run by all.
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
A word!
One word spoken and the silence was broken
this one word spoke such volumes
carried the scent of your silence
word that is here
word that would be
word that always was
but remained static
word that got up to express its meaning
word once uttered never returned
word when looked for was never found
word when peeped through was opaque
this one word when it rode your voice
it walked straight into my chamber
here it sits with pretty ignorance
though it knows how precious it is
this one pure word knows no boundaries
this one word speaks all dialects
this one word knows how love melts
this one word knows to kill hatred
this one word caresses mankind
this very single word spoken can never utter lies
this same one word taught me to speak
only one word spoke and broke silence!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Two of us
An evening we share with two cups of tea
I cry on your shoulder and you embrace me
we smile and we laugh till the night arrives
you walk me home while all is dark
I wait by the window to look for my moon
which I know is on his way back home
you find solace in your own warm world
we restore order in each other’s lives
we keep a tab on each other’s ways
you talk me out of life’s intoxications
I try not to be in your success’s way
we share jokes and we hide tears
yet I know when you smirk
and you know when I sob…
there are days when we intend to stay away
I do not reach out and you remain aloof
perpetuated silence spreads between us
then laughter springs back with a single gesture
you beckon me or I beckon you
does it matter who takes the first cue?
We meet midway and we face each other
our eyes meet, our hearts rejoice
I lean on your shoulder and you roar with laughter
we splash and we play and we have fun
in this pool of emotions we share with each other
we are in love beyond lovemaking
We are friends, the tow of us
a woman and a man
the two of us!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
yet it remains where it was
hours ago the sun was low
sifting through whites and yellows
now this ball of orange has
flown from east to west
I keep waiting for dusk
this skirt entangles my feet
can you get it hemmed again?
A silver line!
An iota of love
a pristine flavour
one little angel
one ray of hope
one single rhyme
one letter says all
one single gesture
universe in an eye
another cloud
a silver line
one more flight
in ruthless sky
a bird in nest
warming an egg
an arrow through
an aching heart
a straight path
felt apart
a gala gait
went astray.
I saw the moth stick withered away
loosing out on my plants tender white shoots
I replaced it with a new fresh one
it planted itself tight and captured all with pleasure
now the green glow on its leaves was such delightful sight
that you never forget to stand by and feast your eyes
then one day I see water oozing out and I see the crack
I rush again and replace the pot with
a new red shining bigger and healthier one
and now again my plant was luscious and happy
then one day I found some ants eating at its leaves
and I knew its time to change the soil
I did that and the same one has a new shine again
every time I put some manure
it says thank you and blushes anew
the same one had been with me I forget to count
turns new with every new gesture and gives me pleasure
this little simple single green plant of mine
has taught me so much of life!
I am happy!
Years went by yet the memories of that day are still vivid
sitting near fire I felt cold and you came by
I smelt your warmth we embraced
we both cherished each other
till the ambers went white with coated ash
and the next morning was so futile
you were nowhere in sight
I looked and searched around
I waited till I fell down fatigued and drowned
in the lake of my own sorrows
I knew you were gone
gone forever for your signs were wiped away from all directions
you were hidden like a phantom who tore my heart to pieces
it ruptured and cried tears of blood
I silenced myself with my fist in my own mouth
yet each and every pore of my body yearned for you
it called for you to return
it cried every night when I put my head on my pillow
and said aloud dearest!
you came into my life
you taught me to live
made me complete and left
I owe it to you my love!
for you know with a bleeding heart
I can understand better what it takes to be happy!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
I fail to feel your pounding heart
just a step away from me!
A long day!
I call out to you
do you ever listen
this day has grown too long for me
I need to take this off
or if someone can cut it short and do the hemming again
it’s skirt gets entangled in my feet
every time I take one step
I stop for fear of falling down
I move around with stolen feet
I pierce it’s ears with a tiny second
but how do I cut it short
these long elongated hours
encompass it’s every morsel
this day has moved far from my grip
flattened and punctured beyond repair
I shudder at its metallic cold touch
my shoulders ache for some warmth
I need your lips to sooth my nerves
my bosom heaves with unquenched thirst
I wait for hours to fathom it’s depth
yet it remains where it was
hours ago the sun was low
sifting through whites and yellows
now this ball of orange has
flown from east to west
I keep waiting for dusk
this skirt entangles my feet
can you get it hemmed again?
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
one step!
I decide not to speak my mind
not to open my heart
and then I see you walking by
I look at you and my heart aches
I call out to you
and you look sideways
you stop midway
I look around for some bush
for some wall or a tree
anything that could hide me
I run I stop I slip I fall
I try to fathom my deepest darkest corners
I see your hands stamped on the nape of my neck
I find your lips colouring my fantasies’ flights
I find your arms enclosed around my bare shoulders
I see myself in wait to listen to your footsteps for ages
I find your fingers push away hair from my eyes
I find myself weeping your tales to you
lost in thoughts I forget to look up
I forget to see you right in front of me
I fail to feel your pounding heart
just a step away from me!
