At the onset of the last spring
I was just a sun-kissed word
lost somewhere in the
mighty woods of
clove mace and pepper
you came like
a dark cloud
with promises
of an early monsoon shower
Alas! I never knew clouds also deceive
Now I just scratch
my wounds’ surface
with words
and make paper boats thereafter
with crumpled sheets
Does that make you cry ?
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
reading book with the same title by Stephenie Meyer ...
There you stood in
the pouring downpour
each raindrop dressed
in the scent of
your damp feral being
I gaze long and hard
at those hands
how beautiful they looked!
maybe they were those
of a sculptors
having sculpted
a thousand deaths before
with sheer perfection
Every time
lightening struck
the night would morph from
gray to black to ocher
just like…
those eyes
of yours (?)
those strides promised ecstasy
as they advanced towards me
only when the fangs
dug deep into my fevered flesh
could I Smell blood for the first time
crunchy…salty and peppery
I never wanted the rain to end
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 5:48 PM UTC
These vanities of mine
how deep they run
like still waters
at mid sea
wave-less
un-rippled…
…imitating the
twilight beams
bouncing
up and down
my flesh
reducing me at times
to a mere verse
I was an island-
You used to say
Ah!now I’ve
morphed into a mirage
Care to leave
your footprints there ?
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 3:54 PM UTC
Your last note
lay pressed between
the yellow pages in my heart
to mingle with the
scent of red roses
and crusted tears…
Greedily I wait
for another one
my eternal Valentine
I love you
(For Hemu who got admitted in the hospital on 12thFebruary 2008 ,and after battling with a deadly tumor left us on 18th March 2008)
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:27 PM UTC
Some countless summers ago…
I was your blushing bride
you were my verdant flame
Our laughter would echo the walls
melting like
hot molten paraffin
drip by drip every
noon night and day
One evening…
after a sudden cloud burst
just like our impromptu love making
I delightedly
followed a trail of ants
on the floor.
There along the window frame
I saw a long tail
(probably a resident of neighboring monkeyhood)
Only on coming closer
Did I see
It was not our friendly neighbor
But a king Cobra
suspended upside- down
I shrieked and shrieked
Till you pulled me back
Into your embrace once again
Yes it was the summer
When I was unfamiliar
With death’s strange dialect
Somehow I don’t fear snakes anymore…
But I still carry the smell of you everywhere
…citrus mingling with wet earth…
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
*She taught him to love …and when he learnt how to…she found true love in the arms of another.
This is a verse from his perspective…*
The raindrops taste salty
Ah !so salty like
the many seas lashing
her gaze…her kiss…her touch
I SING FOR MY SHORES LOST
WERE THOSE WAVES EVER MINE?
This Sawan –in perennial chaos
bearing the fragrance of her un-tamed locks
tumbled on an unquiet heart once
during seamless flaming dusks…
I SING FOR THOSE SCENTS LOST
WHERE HAS MY ETERNITY GONE ?
This damp evening however…
the ragas echoing her laugh
blow like tiny whirlwinds
filling every crevice of HIS INFINITYs
I SING FOR MY NOTES LOST
I THOUGHT THE SKIES WERE FOREVER MINE
IN VAIN DO I WAIT AGAIN
FOR THOSE WAVES…THOSE SKIES…
KNOWING YES…
KNOWING…
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 4:01 AM UTC
Strangely this evening
I am reminded of another dusk
when some winters ago
from the freezing skies
plopped a single raindrop
Bearing the scent of
Your springs
autumns
and deceased summers.
I thought I was immune to seasons
Yet I celebrate
Draw colorful patterns on wet earth
And fly kites on embracing skies.
Sometimes..
My alive-ness surprises even me…
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 3:59 PM UTC
Crushed Crayons
Strewn pastel shades
Origami boats
Report Cards
Algebra
Geometry
Detentions
D+
D+
Hoots
Shrieking
Mocking
*****************************
MAMA – YOU CRYING ?
No-just a little chalk dust…
MAMA – WHERE IS DADDY ?
Close your eyes
Place your hand
On your heart
There’s Daddy …
MAMA – YOU CRYING ?
No- just a little star dust …
MAMA – WHATS THAT ….?
Twinkle..
Twinkle…
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:01 AM UTC
Tara is a little girl…she does pinwheels and cartwheels on crowded traffic signals and yeah …she has a small baby monkey who helps her…
Tara
Little Tara
Tonight I leave my
Pen to sniff
hunger ghosts
Rumbling in your belly…
Yes..
sniff from
Miles and miles apart
From your own
Ragged world
Of pin wheels
And cartwheels
Emaciated monkey babes
Ah ! In this hollow
Poetic world
Is it only rhythm
I seek …
Even as cold winds
Enter those gaps
Expanding forever
In your innocent
malnourished psyche…
Tara..
little Tara
tell me ..
how to give
a closure
to this verse…
Do I ask
You how
Your new year
Had been
Or..
Do I
Fish that
Rusted coin
From the bottom
Of my purse and
Toss it on
To your eager
Waiting palm
Tara..
Little Tara
Tell me
Helpless as I am
Shrouded
In my opulent hypocracy
…
As you are
…shivering
In your humble poverty
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
Traitor
collect these
impoverished energy vibes
vibrating in your
endless orbits
of your
hollowed spring time woods
While I…
in these freezing
December dusks
gather fragments
from my shadows
(expanding or shortening
I am past caring )
Come Summer
and I will trample
those verbs
which you penned
with your malignant ink
on my vulnerable soils
But I just wonder…
Can the shimmering Sun
really dry the solitary tear
resting on the skin
of the denuded Autumn tree…?
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 4:14 AM UTC