Hearts of ashen copper refuse to erode away in surprise torrential downpours, Adamant and resolute not to dissolve in scorching heats & mighty tempests they stand their grounds . For hearts of ashen copper are deftly crafted to withstand the snobbery of thundering bolts. But the ruby hues wither away against cold lovers who carry …
Disguised behind a plastic carnival masque, life can’t be more than a masquerade, a mere facade of jarring humour labeled a tragedy for few intellectuals who shed crude tears on the transient, Slapstic miracles for those godly beings, may be a loaf of bread for the beggar on the cobbled pavement a dying sigh proclaims a lover, Life …
Blunt swords of red-eyed karma spare no one, A beginning has an end Fate a meandering serpent cunningly arrives hissing licking with its parched tongue venoms of misdeeds long done and forgotten ! By the way What is in life to lament about? A Sysiphian myth a vision carrying heavy rock up a tall slope to see it rolling …
A particle of dust gliding on wings of air relishing momentary life embedded in a single beam of a sun-ray, bathed in warmth only to die the next moment, soaking up all the light in that transient moment, enlightened knowing life is all in one moment!
In the murkiest corner of my house, behind vintage armarium lingers shadowy smoke of a lone candle lite once. The flame long extinguished leaving behind a sooty smog that hovers an abandoned cloud Reminiscence of days when arrogant flicker competed with the mighty rays of Sun. Callously it turned its head towards the scorching …
Hour my body was crafted, it was-not a skilled goldsmith or the master strokes of Vinci’s or Raphael’s nor was ever any Michael Angelo . But a humble iron-smith who did the menial job, took his rusted hammer and a dagger carrying stains of dried blood to chisel me-over the blazing flames. For I as woman were to …
Today a melancholic evening , I decided to take a walk in pristine white snows wearing gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on eerie icy paths leaving behind a place once called home While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal tree standing his ground despite the havocs caused by ice and water waving at me with his trembling Parkinson’s branches, …
In your eyes I found my redemption, yes in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute scriptures or shrines. It was all in one glance that I savored the rare nectar of heavens which angels boasts of. Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected from the debris of bygone life, Immersed in your …
On the wintry chariots of November Oh! grey -eyed sadness you arrived yet again , though the fallen leaves were premonitions of the fast approaching hours of our rendezvous. But the fool in me hoped this cold your arrivals might be delayed but here I am a meek little being already in your sturdy embraces my my …
In every fissure of those Rubenesque flutes I blew to my heart’s yearning deep sighs of burlesque passions, Sync together euphonious hums of those unrequited moments, which like whiffs get infused in elements of thin air, A melodious tune conceived out of the duskier crevices of fluted grooves where dwells hooves of undeclared …