Behind those crooked smiles
lie some grief, little pain…
Those winning dimples,
sunken deep in cheeks
hollowed by cheap joints
of gas-stations telling tales
of murky betrayals.
Ruby wines oozing of
the pale veins in those
abandoned cabarets.
Love a Wasteland!
She did bloom a Rose
or a Tulip
somewhere!
I stole a kiss from the crimson Sun,
an embrace from the sickly tree,
a smile from the fading flower,
humility from the burdened Earth.
A spoon-full of water from that dying,
river, its gentle waters relaxing one last
time and taking a deepest sigh!
I leaned in my insatiable greed knowing
that it’s spirit just departed.
While you were searching
my whereabouts,I was standing
next to an oak tree…
when all the leaves came out
of deep slumber and the wintery
dusk descended, it was about
time for me to lurk beneath
those ancient roots and search
in raven labyrinths, the meaning
of icy darkness that possesses
you and me and hibernate with
-in them till eternity…
Swathed in the warmth of your skin
in awe of deep amorous breaths,
slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats
provoking gentle ripples in me.
Without a hope for redemption
under the ardent urgency
surrendered and taken away to
the prisons of your venereal mockings
to be arrested under your
love-spell!
Genesis began a void
an empty black-hole
on whose fringes blinding
yellowness dwells.
Something a miss in the center!
What, I shall never know?
A fissure somewhere in
the embellish wall in-front.
Always one brick less in the
cemented wall of our
existence…
Standing in the land of the great Apaches
Midst blooming wild poppies
and the mammoth elephant grasses,
thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.
May be the days of chivalric Camelot are over,
as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;
vicious winds from the North gushed
echoing footsteps of a massive feet
opening a narrow pass for the
grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,
leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers
on the path once trodden by the
fierce Indian Tribes.
A glance is enough for the heart to beat
to transform naivety into shrewdness
of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past
to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case
it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings
fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds
never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t
dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled
cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who
always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung
on the onset of youth, nor a tear on its passing,
some do age without the grace of a glance
and leave the grim world still longing for
one glance.
When I was young, I believed in
emerald elves & golden goblins,
they lived in tranquilly behind
the tall elephant grasses, a glee
takes over my face when I see
vision of the whispering cloud
A raven grim hovering around
murmuring secrets of azure skies
I can overhear the gentle cries
of sullen crickets in intricate colonies
Unlike man there are no phonies
tremendous peace and calm
prevails amidst melody of nature’s
Scared Psalms !
A migrant, I’ve no tales
of herculean tragedy
to my name, you see
not every trip is planned
nor every destination
fixed, it was a chance I
stumbled upon few roads
knowing one day I’ll go
back, I walked hesitatingly
meeting few along ,aware
that home is a person we
go back to, my golden
abode is calling, my time
here is running out but
I’ve one more path to
undertake before I call
it a day!
Oh ! destiny I’ve
been hit hard by
waves of rejection
A grain of sand
I know my worth,
I’ve been shown
seashore too many
times…
Oh! Destiny tell me
it is not a Sisyphean
fate!
What I sought
I never got!
The mighty Gods
conspired cornered me to
the coast, I cried
pellucid tears
deliquesced
into salt sea-waters
solitary with the
dry wells and the
ruddy coasts!
Oh! Destiny, I
desire a drop
of those crystalline
waters that I can call
my own!
