citrus skin of dewy embraces
slither upon the lofty flowerbeds of spinning dreams




stay alive for tomorrow

You don't remember right? The time we stepped out of the same core and tugged onto warmth in darkness? And later, a few gusts of saltwater breeze took you far far away to roots of a forest in tropics? The drops from sky brought me to feet of sea, in a realm where I laid in a trance for millennia. I don't know why but it still feels like yesterday, when we were born out of stardust. You just don't remember.

But I know you remember when we met again. You carved someone's name on my chest. To forever turn me into the mirror of your heart. That name carrying a promise, a hope, etched on me joined us both, albeit momentarily. I too shared that hope, that desire to see you return with her and show the name you etched. For years maybe. Before you forgot again.

I don't know how long has passed. But I still bear the mark, fading away bit by bit, dissolved in cracks, covered in moss root. Stars watch and skies change clothes everyday. Waves climb my face and winds wipe away cracks filled with saltwater. I wonder how long does forever last. Maybe as long as the memory? Or maybe as long as the feeling. Feelings I assumed you had when you wrote her name on me, just as indelibly. And maybe somewhere in midst of all seasons which passed, I fell in love with a memory you lost along the way.

And though you pride yourself in beauty of a human heart which beats with strength of desire, I bear pride in mine which never loses the name. Which never loses the memory. A stone heart never forgets. But until it is a grain of sand again. For then it will flow with breath of life, to heart of another star, to meet the name it fell in love with too.

like a rounded piece of ice
shrouded by the cloud
gentle beauty, kind and wise
splendorful and proud

over quiet waters still
and shiny ocean leaves
riding autumn air's chill
few kindred spirits meet

on a blossomy sky of silver
they trace the tree of stars
mesmerized with sacred splendor
delight spills from guitars

its resplendent propinquity
does my sky rephrase
as this glorious moon above
gently takes new phase

you and me as drifting tides
pull from shore to shore
like a dream which lover's confide
and yet wander alone

shine alone o solemn moon
for drowsy stars are gone
but shower upon me light from which
i shall be reborn

when poems are carved
on flesh of a sprawling night
by ubiquitous drops of rain
slithering seep into crevices,
through each pore and cavity...
they stutter and gather pieces of
halos abandoned by fireflies
on dismembered petals and ferns alike
while hesitating strokes define
scribbles on a soggy parchment
ridden with nostalgia
exclaimed by a crooked white stream
of moonlight betwixt eyelids
and far across faded sheets of grey
through magnetically opposite lives
separated as lips parted in amazement
in a hearth amalgamating memories
obtusely incessantly
you coerce my heart to throb
lodge in womb of wispy breezes
frequently, unspoken.

when narrow blinded eyes
draw out their hunting gear
leave traces of their feat
just as a souvenir

all eyes near and far
shadows mine which hunt
leering as i bend
bending as i turn

bodies as cold as dead
spiral against my own
as if a lonely rock
bears whirling storms alone

sing praises of this flesh
my ageing hollow corpse
savor this luscious treat
slip into this warp

into a sightless knot
all in the name of fun
buildup a love all fake
romance my skeleton

if time may blind all reason
although few eyes may roll
bring yourself inside me
come love this wretched soul

blended in my dreams
confessions made in mind
wrote to you so clearly
and still so unrefined

as this life mimics
the gloomy clouds of heart
and honors your friendship
in moments when we part

but just before you go
remember once again
times which left us by
just as we chose them

memories when we teased
played ourselves to sleep
and wondered how once ran
these tranquil waters deep

in tales of olden shared
in talks of joy and pain
when everything was said
with single smile plain

when wrangling's over all
eclipsed our days and nights
trivial yet implicit
as something else might

though while i recall
of which is now past
my soul dreams of a time
of a lie that didn't last

and here i am now for
everyone to see
what comes of a man
too afraid to be

all so brittle and coarse
in your soft smother
i used one bitter lie
redeemed it with another

to the last question my dear
blunt as this cleansing rain
you answered in three words
with unspoken pain

you have no idea
of my gratitude
for these shall serve excuse
to always be with you

be with you in heart
be with you in mind
to see you dance in rain
through foliage of time

just few of many reasons
or talks i came up through
before the cunning lie
that i never loved you

she walks barefoot across the lake
with sultry arrival of soft night
forest welcomes perennial wanderer of violet sky
silently stealing through heaven's stage
focus of all lonesome lunatics
and misfits

red sunset loses tinge by the passing minute
held captive by maroon horizon
distant sounds of rattlers in woods
grow louder in blackness
as shadows of tall grasses melt into
loose sights of night
goblets of lilies flanking mossy path-stones
ooze a pale odour
crawly denizens of dark venture out
on the meandering curve of flowing brook

coat of sky now a deep purple
with sparsely spread dots
which nobody bothers to join
for stars too impatient to hide
will reveal themselves soon
in chariots, warriors, princesses, muses
charts of bears big and small
to beings of forest
along with the lady's different faces you see
one dripping rays on sweet tongues of mango trees
one sneaking past the reflection of hill in lake
one snugly held in cradle of cotton clouds
spied on by distraught creatures

long story short
it is absurd that the firefly in this mix
could hold a spectacle
against the pretty moon for longer than
a twist of the summer breeze
yet somewhere in mist that surrounds its tininess
it dances audaciously
glows with desire to be one amongst the stars
guarding a fire in its chest
that golden ember it houses
shine that puts diamonds to shame
in aromatic wilderness of mossy forest beds
or does it really

it can dance with her
pretend to play lyre with strings of her beams
chase the gleam her light casts on the lake
perhaps float on wafting scents
of flowers embracing the night
hopelessly drenched in a surreal dream
in hours spent with her every night

but the glow in its chest cannot
find a reflection through her eyes
warmth in the breeze cannot
melt the moon to its ground
to some unknown realm
where everything is nothing
and nothing is all it could wish for
until the meaning of its being
fades to oneness with her
if only it could be

the nectar of night is almost spilled out
through jar of time
her bright visage slowly drifting out of sight
strength in the firefly's heart withers
lets go of the captive desire
the luminous play of love

now the wings are tired
glow dimmed
dim as the bears and swans charted in sky
cinders turn to grey ash  
and white smile on moon's face
pours through a sieve of clouds
to fall on its sleeping body
coated in red moss

encircled by the dawn
like an oyster shell
hear stories that go on
in tales travelers tell

of secrets which she hides
in gloom of the brook
of dreams in which resides
a hazy phantom look

yet roads which she's taken
all paths which unfold
like pools which lilies fathom
in sorrows untold

though her heart does know
no one does life mourn
when world closes its doors
she shall be reborn

in these pure insular nights
your memories meet my heart
woven by love's lonesome sight
silence breaks it apart

neutered by your choking dreams
it drowns in streams of gloom
swinging through fierce extremes
a witness to my doom

some say so much, expose their love
some lives speak on no more
few bloom like an artist's love
some die like waves on shore

Mercy is the soil in which heart bears fruit of love.

in gleaming starry night
believe in tranquil dreams
fly through prussian clouds
express yourself with breeze

when clear blue rivers chime
by sleepy forest trees
slip him into your heart
and to his will agree

for there's nothing rarer
essenced in vitality
when genius of a moon
loves imperfectly

may million seasons pass
all endless moments be
and lined with purple carpets
may shimmery nights you see

its just another day
in life of ones who dream
for those who always love
shall live eternally

in the tiniest house of time
i go and search for her
amid a strike of midnight chimes
neither souls infer

in that little house i live
with fate which He ordained
for what once has gone from it
none can be regained

infinite is thy mansion lord
what faithful men do seek
walk upon time's narrow sword
on years which seasons leap

beneath sky's golden canopy
as wind winds round my neck
with a look into your eyes i feel
your breath inside my breath

into the horizon where all immerse
i've reached the brink of eternity
see all fearless slumbers disburse
into your singular immensity

see how empty lives drown
into your ocean grand
while the gulfs all wash me down
i await your touch of hand

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adapted from R.B. Tagore's poem - Brink of Eternity

every yawning dawn which breaks
across the valleys see
look how glowing heavens wake
and shine all of her being

freed again from slumbers dark
to color shadows turn
on a journey day embarks
with promise to return

for a sun which gently peeks
through sky overcast
glides into my summer breeze
through this love of ours

so beneath first evening star
birds fly off to nests
splashing myriad hues afar
sun hurries to the west

how heavens sequin her sky
with glowing stars and moon
like fragrances in forest night
she fades in blissful swoon

here lie some cozy dreams
in eyes of silent shelves
all in nights when she is
her own tranquil self

Time to raise a non-genetic family.

Anyone for friendship?

cloudy canvas confused
the showers left it dry
jailed up in solitude
in fields of paradise

imagine ink implode
in veins of pleader's brain
**** everything inside
but spare his lovers name

betrayed beguiled befooled
by silent loneliness
with promised souvenirs
that kith and kin confess

my prison feels unreal
still tangible it stays
behind a purple silk
trapping obnoxious haze

i pray and pray some more
and long for liberty
beseech his soul for light
to bring my love to me

lament and fight my fate
clasp arms of hope if be
till trammels all collapse
till we are free to meet

for clouds are destined to
meet blissful novel rains
just wait some darling sweet
we'll see us meet again

then night said
silence
is how universe
speaks it's mind.

a brook flows past my pillow
when lights are out  

curtain falls on the play of stars
when tinders burn out of bonfires
and pale smiles retreat to reality's house...

my eyes retire
confined to a neverland again
fingers feel the thin bark
of an orange tree
and citrus sweetness fills the air
walking in someone's lost garden
on a red cliff
the petrichor from tired grass
soaked in night dew
gets narrated through
her unfinished poem
resting under a violet pebble
and a clueless white lily

on the chariot of sunrays
piercing azure skies
i walk barefoot on yellow leaves
fallen dead so gracefully
in lap of autumn
hiding any remnants of spring
left by the brook
that flows past my pillow

when lights are out and moon sleeps
but sun shines in all its glory
behind my closed eyes
i see her in them
with breeze dancing through her hair
stray dandelion seeds circling her feet
standing far
moving farther still
against a surreal backdrop of wilderness

shall i stretch out my hand
step closer to her fading image
or retreat
to promise of a new spring
warmth which they say waits for me
at the other side of fall

only if pictures came to life
and life were scribbled ink
i'd live the moments
not with eyes shut
but in vivid audacity of my paintings
i'd live us
everlastingly
not just when lights are out
by brook that flows past my pillow

“I want to feel weightless. Warm too... like this foam”, he added looking down as he dabbled his feet in water.

She saw him with an amused expression.

“Do you come often?”

“Yes. At nights. Alone. Whenever I'm too tired to sleep”.

“How can someone be tired and sleepless at the same time?”

A smile lit his face, “Can be. Look ahead”.

“The ocean's tired of gathering all of river's salt. Still tries to push it to the shore with its waves. Sleeplessly”.

“But why?” she asked, clearing strands of hair out of her eye. The cool midnight breeze carried salt in the air on a quintessential moonlit summer night.

After holding a pause, he added, “Maybe the ocean has no choice”.

“Why not? Who's stopping the ocean from resting down in peace?”, she questioned.

“The same melody to which all life must dance”.

She looked at him with questions in the eye.

“And what of these waves which crash on feet of rocks? What pleasure does such dance bring? Everything just dies eventually. This can't be a melody.” She was curious to hear from him now.

“Not all silence is death dear. Not all ends are the close. This.. and not even a trickle of water which lets loose from sky leaves its place without a reason. That rock has a reason to be. That wave needed to die for a reason.”

“What's all this thing about silence and death then? There's no melody in silence, or is it?”

“If there can be a music in sound, why can't there be a music in silence?”

“Now you're not making any sense. Silence is the lack of sound”.

“Not quite. Sound is the absence of silence. Sound is a cloak which hides the real face of being. Actuality is not sound. It is silence. And in this silence hides a million possibilities of being. Including this crash of waves... this tumble of the midnight tide... of you and me.”

“Hm.”

After reflecting on it for a few seconds she asked, “So end of things is just one possibility? What are the other possibilities then? Immortality? Isn't death unavoidable?”

He tried to lay it plain now. “Look at the chances of you and me being here. Right here. This moment. Sitting on this rock. Few months ago we didn't know the other of us even existed. What could be the possibility of this happening? Life is all about one possibility growing roots into another. Of chances forming relationships with each other. It all forms a web of instances which we connect with. Which we remember as life experiences.”

“But ultimately, we do have to die, don't we? We need to stop somewhere”

“Yes but what suggests that possibilities of existence end with death of body? The wave doesn't really die with a crash. See? There it came again,” he pointed with a smile.

“That's not the same wave...”, she was quick to revert.

“No that one was bigger. but”... “yeah i get it”, she interrupted him

“Its a part of the same thing. Same ocean i mean”, she said.

He smiled and added, “Also has the same rhythm”.

She smiled back, “So everything is brimming with life then? Skies and seas, plants and rocks.. all of it? Sounds like something out of CS Lewis' fiction”.

“Mhm”

“Guess everything could be as fictional or as real as it can possibly be then. Depends..”, she said looking at the midnight sky.

“Totally.”

“And this applies to everything, hm?”

“Completely.”

“What's real then?”

“Redness in your cheeks when you smile”.

A giggle followed to which he pointed his finger at and remarked, “As I was saying...”

“... stop it silly”, she interrupted him grinning.

“I meant what we see and feel this moment is real. Feeling is real. Maybe what we felt yesterday was real then, but we can't feel it now. We can't feel the first rays of dawn yet, so future is not real either”

They faced midnight's horizon. Immersed in placidness, pondering upon the gaze of sky and water with something which connected them both incomprehensibly.

“I think I can feel hearing to the sea now. Its refreshing.”

“Sure is.”

“To the silence of sea now, I mean.”

“Yeah.That's what I always come here for too,” he mumbled slowly.

"And to see the waves break themselves on feet of rocks with longing, while the rocks are deeply immersed in hearing the silence of their being in tranquil quietude".

distances which speak,
of minds which never met,
posing for the world,
customary and yet

we seal the fate of hearts
in molded nimbleness,
amidst world's curious eyes,
exploring restlessness

and as torrents of time,
shall wash upon our being,
we sail a wayward tide,
but into stranger seas

to dream a poet's day,
and wake a lover's night,
breathe in a halo pale,
perhaps a transient sign

hinting a life of dreams,
bestowed upon our souls,
we walk eternity,
all so unexplored.

as a cloud slips out
from hands of mountain queen
it questions its existence
it questions its belief

with one hazy walk
feeling all it sees
flies it through the sky
curious of its being

but world's a stranger yet
in lesser realms of sea
a shiny pearl of glass
on edge of floorless being

in mystery that pervades
did often wonder he
standing still in awe
what does freedom mean

to all of what it asked
and all what it sees
closed both eyes and heard
the call of its belief

"in all which forces flow
in all prayers which heal
into your song of life
purge my lonely being"

at the tip of cloudy fingers
on our sky's hand
lies a rainbow insensate
like a mortal band

basking in its own glory
does the image fade
in the steps of own reflection
beauties of world fade

enwrapped in ornate flush
are seven colors of rain
bear me in your memory
behold this little pain

to blurry shades of sky
we'll throw our stars again
but pangs of sooty love
watch them few remain

from prisons of solitude
although perhaps in vain
just hint me through this cloud
in tears my love remain

through burning dreams at night
and fiery shadows lain
bear me in your heart
behold this little pain

the root of sea is dead
our sky is still unreal
which deep it may reside
your parching gentle tear

a rain of sleepy draught
on cheeks of silky night
in blush of coyness thin
we start a fresh new life

a life same as we dreamed
now born in lap of time
in cradle of our love
as blooming summers prime

as nursed by tender joys
sweeping as twilight red
echoed by tranquil breeze
in arms of roses spread

scrambled and lost tonight
brood over freshest hues
amidst gleeful snugness
we kiss our moment true

may million pains which shall
try douse and dim this flame
or crawling creep our souls
spread foul revolt our faith

let them brew up a storm
summon a herd of beasts
while world fogs out our day
remember darling please

if root of past be dead
and future sky unreal
our love shall ride us through
wildest waves my dear

my humble coat of truth
as smile of pouring skies
which moment dots the scape
curves upon a prize

for speaking tints of red
rainbows in disguise
flashing trod her dreams
kiss her sky goodbye

linger as fog of dead
which seems to keep alive
through strings of steely charms
memories of yesternight

i ache as boiling pain
as pleasure fills my eyes
seep in the tears of past
as moments tranquil fly

i risk the heights of sun
through rumblings of our lives
what breaks upon as rain
as poem it survives

chiseled on the face of snow
winter sleeps in porous white
silent drift as frozen souls
swims in dreamer's tired eye
put upon a jilted mask
by who's hearts are made of ice

time to melt away the nap
split the coat of seedy cage
bloom into the tints of pink
spring and blossom, seize the day

these resplendent mosses wild
curl in lush of ferns asleep
toe across the floor of dark
but with feather'd pixie feet
swooning babble by the noon
step a breathing melody

while slippery rays of sun
torn and terrified
do fall in forest seat
melt at pleasure's sight
when shadows sweep the air
challenge the greatest heights
through steepest layers of dream
its time the mind shall climb

stumble shed the cloak
fly or run in deep
journey past the forest's
verdant canopies
as seasons paint upon
canvas of crimson trees
in while the hollows sing
to those fallen asleep

i'm yet to find myself
through misty layers adrift
journey's far across
and into abyss

lone below palatial mounts
secluded outcast
the twilight dives in echoes
in layers of shadows past

a sound of broken trails
hunted waned or lost
scorching blood and sweat
never once forgot

she rises holding breath
swims in heavens high
no one's come this far
swooning to her sky

as dancing glint of stars
laid upon its smile
the adagio of dream
my gift to you is life

in deeper shades of red
in memories slipped away
as book with pressed flowers
remind you of today

of treasures hid in dark
as lights do celebrate
in jolly remembrance of
all things you appreciate

with steady blessed rains
and showers of love pure
create a world so which
we'll cherish and adore

for crafted delicately
if handled with belief
will shine your jubilant soul
brighter than diamonds be

in nights of dreamy hues
which softly pave your way
a light of blessing true
welcomes a brand new day

lost in fain quagmire of words
rambling rays of golden sun
seep in smirking hearts of flesh
beating mingle all in one

drape a warmth from chin to thigh
simple shadows worse or right
glaring hollow flop and fling
fingers fallow slip in ink

sheeny glow of festive light
gleaming glint in eyes of sky
dangling gasp of playfulness
sway expedient leaping legs

further out and drawing in
softest clangs of merry din
mark a mirth of yellow chimes
in chirping chat of cider, wines

freshest fruit of toiling trees
sowing, growing, reaping seeds
labour harvest of the soul
caught in diamond grains of gold

while stringing verses all in part
melt in swirling blooming hearts
through rambling rays of saffron sun
we find us mingle all in one

Existence. Emotion. Bond. Experience
Life. Joy. Un-forgettable. Heartfelt
Struggle. Love. Irreplaceable. Un-foreseeable
Death. Numb. Spiritual. Question
Challenge. Grief-stricken. Invisible. Un-explainable

Soul. Sorrow. Eternal.
Journey. Dark. Solitude.
Breeze. Whisper. Presence.  
Guide. Heard. Un-spoken.

Thread. Sunset.
You. Me.
Free. Caged.

Wish.
PEACE.

i saw this sky's mirage
in layers black adrift
of scattered circuits stark
a gilded hallowed gift

and then i saw a smile
entrancing mystery
which eclipses all time
pervades fathomlessly

know how a clumsy sky
loses its grab on stars
as shadows string a lyre
be melt into life's art

if tulips indiscreet
dare touch your blooming lips
bestow a million earths
and envy years of spring

some overzealous hearts
may still light up a night
may trade a soul for love
to behold you in sight

just flow into my heart
as meadow mist engulfs
and fill into my veins
as throbbing nimble pulse

hear melody night plays
beneath the starry sky
you are the reason i
am certainly alive

when tempting scores of breath
inlay the lips of clouds
as winds burn in through east
as ambitions grow loud

a touch of aimless sight
pressed so close to mine
i wait upon my muse
as mortals seek divine

to slip into your thought
in musings of your being
as pouting tulips grin
ensign a twilight's scene

with wishes etched in sky
when moon rides into dark
you land into my dreams
my breathing evening star

how do broken dreams
smell while they be fresh
as furless in a snow
as shivering naked flesh

amid a creatures crowd
it wanders sightlessly
and drowns with every breath
when skips few of its beat

this flickering noise it makes
with dying of this day
a solemn heart does shrink
as petals plucked away

and still be set ablaze
by fierceness of night
in midst of mocking stars
in staleness of its plight

i tread along this time
as pilgrims by the sea
and leave for fate to meet
an intolerable prophecy

when the yarn of rain weaves a carpet on grass blades
the loudy birds move for shelter
in pages of a book skipped to the ****** of night
in hope to start afresh with another journey

silently as spirits hum through my lips
and unspoken words wait to be heard
the stars spring a mesh of destiny
*fighting with demon clouds

hallowed lands touch idling feet
madly mumble marching in
waiting lips and wings of bright
watch and hear the games begin

lucid furnace of its dream
or something akin
yearn a sketch of resurrection
sample sights of spring

dancing fingers live the warmth
on tips of trailing twigs
beat a pitch, phrase a song
for blossoms breathed within

which meets a palisade of change
relish his laughing sin
and halts in ***** of her sky
to womb of shadows bring

a day of gleaming fragrances
in orchards verdant seen
caged and frozen in her eyes
or melted in his being

if limber kiss of morning dew
may steer a flock of wind
through listless green of jilted rhymes
let the games begin

of what it seems to be
within the seed of life
a rendition of bliss
and stars above which shine

beyond such lake of dreams
away from surly skies
as wish of falling stars
my love forever lies

before he kissed her goodbye
the light burning in heart of a star
was asked

will you ever return to me

she placed one palm on his now dark soul
and closed the eyes with another to whisper

always have, always will.

hidden in every dream
dipped in every breath
a symptom of your being
reaches every step

steps which surely lead
away from sheltered past
to stranger shores indeed
into your soul at last

below the gloomy skies
or stormy seas you go
remember in dark nights
from shadows does sprout hope

with every gust of wind
free yourself away
set sail with all your might
to a better day

on brink of what shall be
the turning of a page
with slender arms outreached
come take the leap of faith

on a night like this
when sky's a prussian hue
fragrant as tangerine
stunning as shiny dew

pressed up in crimson frames
silken hypnotic smile
a figment of my dream
lands enchantress of night

if carved and mould in bronze
surreptitiously
through mist of glowing white
she flows as jasmine breeze

her canopy of eyes
as hieroglyphs unseen
and spellbinding secrets
mystic as hermit's scheme

she lands upon my mind
as it was meant to be
mirage in starry sky
as crescent in the sea

few tales of falling stars
when rest in lap of sea
i hold her hand once more
fade into her dream

with pictures etched in soul
on glistening beaches be
on a night like this
she finds herself with me

Spire sent a love letter to the foundation stone

“Pressed on your face
Perseverance true
Weight of mistakes
Gathered through
A load of snags
Share with me too
For I shine here
Because of you”

The stone replied

“No one’s fault
I tell you
Sins I wish
stay with me too
For if they don’t
Own their mistakes
If not me
Tell me who”

"...ego has the eyes of reason
heart but is all blind
long as such you've trained yourself
thus love you cannot find..."

- Stanza from my poem Talisman Of Love.

...and again

her leaking merry laugh
breathes life into
drooping daisies
riddled by infectious asphalt urbanness

Soul of a drop
Got lost somewhere
When everyone saw it
as nothing but the ocean

which spreads as breath of love
a shine of softness sweet
a singing orb of light
in moments of retreat

she is the grey of clouds
a thunder's rising fleet
a night of falling stars
on minds of dreamy seas

and as she sails upon
a will of clusters bright
blossoms as life of love
into my palms tonight

what shall be brought upon
a fate of tranquil heart
come steal me darling muse
dream through my modest art

the night rests in her palms
in air of wispy trees
in wobbly wilting shrills
inside a waker's dream

seeking breaks of formlessness
shatter moulds of thought
relinquish the hold of sea
vanish wavy plots

endlessly the bending blues
crash a piece of rock
bathed in tawny rays of moon
racing waves knock

the silent door of wonder
the shrill of blinking eyes
the blossom of a sterile
desert splayed inside

lost on lips of firmament
spewing sinful glee
violet summits seek the sky
all in a waker's dream

in whispers of the wind
through rustling of few leaves
some distilled clear skies
staticly concede

a view of sundry hope
and helplessness alike
for tireless arrows slay
just as a thunder strike

of molten ends in time
swinging to the stars
you land upon my thoughts
all as if they were ours

dance along to beats
of showers cruising loud
illuminate the flames
dispel this fear's shroud

and taste gardens of sand
on burning lips of rain
to curl into my dream
to kiss away my pain

her love stands at shore
and paints a quiet glimpse
waiting at the crest
inks an ocean's skin

with eyes spilled on the sky
he lingers on as mist
on crumpled ends of time
in tangled moments lives

her gleaming lucent sight
for such a dream as this
his journeys beg a wait
behold the silences

Night is wise. From its silences sprout echoes in which restless musings find home. Where answers are found to problems shoved under the rug by the day's narcissistic hands. And inside which the world elopes through a starry tunnel of twirling memories, like autumn leaves kiss yellow forest beds – one by one.

He leaned against the rail, reading memoirs of sea like a devoted disciple of a December night, preserving the crash of clueless waves against helpless rocks in his mind. Rose fragrances trapped in chilly sea breeze tugged at a past, writhing in his head like sepia memories uncomfortably familiar. Nature, he thought, is a time capsule. When it speaks through the rustling of cedar branches, in the quietness filling violet landscape, reflected in shallow pools or through the spectacle of an awaited meteor shower, time stands still for a moment, the might of which would put eternity to shame.

Curious how sea waves would try to race against swift clouds, he wondered, only to be pulled back to their core by the unrelenting sea. Why is it that...

“What are you doing here all alone”, a voice shook him out of the trance. The man's ship of thoughts returned to a more human reality. He did not turn around to meet the eyes of this familiar girl.

“Music changed. Couldn't keep up with the rhythm.”

She walked upto the steps leading to rail on the balcony overlooking a tumbling cobalt Mediterranean. Proximity to her fragrance ate up into the refurbished armour of solitude he had cocooned himself in. Alas, nature unfolded itself in a feminine form when symphonies of all phenomenon reached a crescendo.

“It's chilly here. You should get inside.”

“No. I'm warm from the dance”, she replied leaning on the cold rail and grabbed it in her hands like a rudder-steer.

With eyes closed, girl turned her face upto the sky; a smile appeared on her small lips as moistness of a majestic sea breeze filled her senses. Underneath the stars, her skin glistened under reckless moonbeams accentuating each curve of her petite frame. He turned his audacious gaze to the girl, splendidly dressed in a maroon ball-room gown, beholding the sight of her visage as if etching it in memory. Painting her rose fragrance on shadow fountains this sparsely clouded sky makes on her gleaming skin, with whirls losing their way in maze of her hair, her sweetest breath swallowing his soul with blossoms of madness, he wished to keep it frozen in the cardiac cage for posterity. Perhaps it was smoke all around or everything else turned to static background noise, except her. She was gravity.

“He dances well. You both do I mean”, he said facing the sea again. He could bear this sight more easily.

“Doesn't the moon look beautiful tonight?”, the girl breathed in dreamily.

“And like all beautiful ladies, she must not be left unescorted”, replied the man .

She looked at him, trying to underline traces of emotion on his poker face. “Why're you so...”

“Not so much as you.”

Looking at her in eye for the first time, he added, “They'll announce dinner soon. I'll join in five”.

“Alright”, was her reply followed by a laboured smile as she walked back towards the grand ballroom. As the girl was about to reach the glass door, something halted her in the step and she turned around. An old memory.

“Hey, if you see a falling star, can you make a wish for me?”

Her demand was met with the slightest of nods before the man found himself lost again.

Maybe eons passed that night, after sound of her steps faded away into hums of soft music. Or maybe it felt so. But, he did not let a bead of moisture escape his eye once it begged to fall out. It did not deserve to be wished upon.

as silences embrace
bless tired seats of light
and whisper from my lips
her sweetest name tonight

which thoughts tickle my mind
as grasses play with dew
as showers sing to earth
beneath the heavens blue

only to find my love
still smiling down a sky
to see me buried in
fathomless caramel eyes

and once to have your hand
to live in through your dream
not even once let go
to melt into your being

say who may tell us how
or reason with our scheme
even may life wish not
you'll find yourself with me

for you are mine alone
as none other shall be
on a night like this
i hold you in my dream

in million beats a heart does die
as scents of moment fade
i tenterhook at beams of moon
and spin our nights away

of all those who shall dream
the blinding suns of gold
in tiring treacherous days
struggling to stay afloat

brave enough to steer
in fiery unknown seas
below a brooding sky
remarking closely

but still there are a few
who feel its all a myth
the sea the sky the sun
are props we all act with

so while my wisest friend
blesses my brand new start
i merrily surf this sea
and play my crazy part