Friday, July 31, 2015

ZEPHYR



ZEPHYR

Affable Zephyr
Atop hills and oceans
You travel
With the migratory birds
Crossing continents.
Will you be my messenger?
Harken!
Confront my love
 Who resides in distant lands
Remind him
Of the green pastures
Dotted with violets
And rhododendrons
When the heady fragrance
Mingled with our breath
Permeating our bodies.
O Zephyr!
I pine for him.
Arouse him from slumber
And narrate my tale
Of woe and longing
As I long for sweet vicissitudes.
O Zephyr!
Touch his mortal frame
And bring him with you
To my boudoir
I beseech thee
You of mammoth splendor
And gentle might.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

CURTAIN



Away from the prying eyes
Behind the velvet curtain
Resides my love
Surreptitiously framed
At ease on the serene wall.
Your luminous eyes
Pore into my turbulent soul
Your silver tresses
Mock the vibrancy of youth.
The splendor of your blazing gaze
Ignites my mind
Body and soul.
Thank goodness
The curtain takes the  toll
Liberating me
From dark dense thoughts
And a lingering pain
Locked in our hearts.
The rhythm of our tete a tete
Sings an  unheard melody
As i spend some stolen moments
With you.
My  secret is safe
Even as I count the days
For our audience.
O curtain!
Lavish my love with umpteen graces.
I stealthily plant a kiss on the cold canvas
Waiting
For you to find my soul.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

STRANGERS




Do I know you?
I ask myself
With breathless candor.
Did my heart
Ever synchronize
With you in yonder days?
Did our beliefs
Fall in tandem?
Did we create
Soulful symphony together
With the wind chiming  in the background?
It seems like
Aeons ago
We walked in the lover’s lane
Our minds
Thrown away to wander.
It was  just two heartbeats
Waltzing together
Ripped apart
By our inane grudges
And thrown into far galaxies
By the cruel hands of destiny.
I ponder now
Are we strangers?

Monday, July 27, 2015

SUCCOR



Abiding happiness
In the phenomenon of nature.
The molten sunrises
And sunsets in haunting tones
The bee drunk on nectar
The butterfly
Proud in its ethereal beauty
The birds diligently
Building nests for the mating season.
All these warm
The cockles of my heart
But my heart still pines for you.
An enchanting dream
That would spin my world into unbelievable glory.
You are my succor
Invading ambrosia in my veins.
Thanking the lord is a pressing desire
For the spurt of emotions
Lining the recesses of my heart.
Life is good
For you taught me so
But I await
You
To succor  my heart.

Friday, July 24, 2015

TRYST



Celestial songs
Echoed through
The moonlit night
Searing pain ripped the lovers
Anticipation mounting for the tryst.
The velvety night
Hung heavy
With the fragrance of a scented garden.
A crescent moon
Nestled among twinkling  stars.
The nymph
Glided into the garden
Each step
Hurrying for her beloved.
They stood in shocked silence
As the anguish of the
Muffled  cries
Finally halted.
Aah!  what a colossal relief
Watching their love sculpting
The night into a silvery tryst.
The embrace shook the garden
As the bodies settled into each other
Defying yesterdays
And tomorrows.
Unspoken words
Filled the breath
Unsung songs hovered on lips.
Tonight her tresses
Wore the silver sheen.
Their eyes stuck in the alleys of adoration.
The liquid warmth
Of brazen desire
Ignited
Into
A malleable union.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

WILLFUL RAPE



WILFUL RAPE

Uneasy footsteps
Rickety and fidgeting
 Cloaked in hushes  of guilt.
Lust dripping from glazed eyes
The notorious youth
Lurched towards the red light.
Women draped
In garish shades of red and pink
Their lips loud neon lights
Stand limply at the doorway
 And  her eyes
Like dimly lit dungeons.
The pimp haggles
And currency exchanges palms
The deal is fixed
 Of yet another willful rape.
Bodies steaming of hollow gratification
The red light business
Is brisk and booming
At the heart of treachery.
How many hours of sell out
How many months of a stony battle?
Years of treason
Like fading lingerie
Mocking
Thrusting fingers of the Judas kiss.
Willful rape
Nonchalantly by the male libido
Even as the woman
Cleans herself
For the next avalanche.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

CRITIC


 O Critic!
Have you ever
Danced
In the alleys of a human heart?
Have you ever
Hummed a lullaby
And rocked a child?
Have you ever
Seen a coal turn into a diamond?
Have you ever felt
 The wild wind
Billowing  long silken tresses?
Have you ever gone in a trance
Listening to the Koel’s song?
O critic!
Unzip the scales from your eyes
Down the dreary curtain
Of rejection.
Pour your heart out
Into the tender soul.
Critics be damned!
I am as happy as
 A dancing Peacock.