A WOMAN DANCING
feminine, life, Love, Nature

Love A Wasteland

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!

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love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

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!

 

 

Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

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.

Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

A Glance

 

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.

 

leaves
Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

Psalms

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 !

 

promised land
Love, Nature, poetry, Travel

Migrant

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!

a hand out of sea
Nature, poetry

Oh! Destiny

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!