Hearts of Ashen Copper

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 …

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A Masquerade

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 …

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  …

Enlightenment

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!   

Deliquesced

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 …

A Woman

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 …

Divinier

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,  …

Born Again

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 …

Grey-Eyed Sadness

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 …

Those Rubenesque Flutes

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 …