song of love…
I asked myself to hold my hand
my shadow walked by and lied down besides me
my shoulders lent me themselves to cry on
while I sobbed my arms stretched themselves
they embraced me tightly
my warmth made me forget cold inside
soon the whole of me was at peace
I asked my eyes to look into mine
passion in them swept me off my feet
my arms held me tight
brought me back on this earth
I asked my lips to bless me
and my throat sang for me a song of love!
There it was on the edge of the jungle
I visited
when I ventured out to see my soul
I was shaking fear was prominent
my heart was aching
my shrieks were visible
to all and sundry
sun was at its peak, air hot
mud was soft, wet and boiling
they were chirping
those little sparrows, hundreds of them
filled the trees with such force
it looked brown with strains of green
heavy loads of hopping birds
was making waves in forest pool
dumfound I sat there
underneath that tree
apple I was eating fell from my grip
one of the brown marvels landed next to me
I sat motionless wondering what next?
she looked up at me with tilted neck
chirped more and asked me,
“do you tresspass everywhere?”
shame faced I looked at her
my face was red and hers was green
“no”, I said.
“I only came to see you”
she looked at me with more surprise
took a flight and vanished
I got up and was about to leave when
another one of them called out
“hey, you there! why did you come?”
the whole tree was asking
every leaf, every branch, every bird on it
their eyes were bright and feathers shone
their beaks were open hungry
I knew they wanted their promise
which I gave unconditionally
on my way back I found a box
lying in my in my path
I carried it home to find in it
fun, laughter and some tears
lined with wild grass…
Final abode!
Idling in my daily chair looking out of the barbed wires
waiting for some thought to occur
demanding for some need to recur
my hands on arms, my feet in legs
my mouth shut, my eyes closed
my stomach growled one more time
my minion refused to do its bidding
horizon darkened crimson turned grey
night arrived a scarecrow betrayed
at this moment that treacherous one
evening walked up and sat in my lap
I felt her soft fur with my hair
I put my cheeks against her heart
and began to beat with its desires
one corner of night was shaking with plight
I asked it to remember it’s only abode
it showed me a path which never was
and then I heard what skies had to say
you may not remember the road to your abode
this one will never forget way to your door!
fortress!
That first sight of love
skipping of heartbeats
locked eyes hands woven
that first brick of passion
laying of a foundation
layers and layers
of soft murmurs
sweet nothings
kisses that were heavenly
melting of emotions
one by one
step by step
as we moved closer
danced to the tunes
we composed together
every step in unison
salsa of souls!
and one fine day
when the glass slipper broke
it fell in pieces
did any eye sprinkled
a single tear?
Did your very own heart
ache for the loss
that scattered in air?
When passion dies down
when emotions taste their biggest defeat
you are left with a lump
aching through you
something that is minus you
a frightening discovery
for when you encounter a phantom
you are bound to build up
fortresses high around your soul
with emotions that evaded you…
blue sky!
strokes of grey and white have painted
the blue of sky in seven hues
my eyes feast and made me forget
that my feet are wet
wet with cool spring water
oozing out of sand
sand which passed the last night
sleeping with my dilemma
I rush through the passing passage
glowing sign boards blaring horns
searching for some soothing shores
here I reach one more painting
strokes of orange begin the canvas
running behind the runaway orange ball
three strokes after comes the yellow
just like unripe lemons I pick
and then suddenly one white stroke passing through
those orange and yellow
ah! I rush to hold it back
racing with the running orange ball
running over the green tree tops
swimming through the muddy puddles
climbing and falling off the cliffs
brushing with my robe blades of wheat grass
my shoes are dirty hair dusty
here I go panting, running, sweating
searching for some unknown shores
I paint again with a lighter tone
green tree tops have turned grey now
my eyes are now full of fatigue
brush is dry and colours too have lost their sheen
I pull one white cloud out of the greying sky
spread it on the earth below
I sail on it with the approaching night
with the jasmines in my breath
and out stretched arms
I wait for your soul to hold my hand
and to beat your heart against mine!
Unborn…
Your thoughts your visions your presence
though it was not, yet it was there
for you were present in my every thought
yet whenever I searched for any resemblance
any leftover marks that you ever existed
any reference of a life you ever lived
any tell tale signs of your being anywhere
at any probable place you ever could be
deepest darkest corners of my chambers
deserts that reek of dry shrieks risen from sand storms
oceans filled with every possible form of life
it’s waves reaching up to the skies
lakes dead as my very own silent interiors
stars brightest twinkling back into my eyes
moon full with hollow craters
carrying Neil Armstrong’s footprints till date
nowhere nowhere nowhere
you seem to be nowhere
you are absent from this earth
from this land of sad demises
from these hearts made of stones
from these souls enslaved by ice
from the fear of being drawn to controversies
you are a big naught
a huge disappointment
another of my fanatic fantasies
you live but you are unborn!
