thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
The sun
Is but a flicker
Against your light;
Your shine knows no twilight
Your smile no dearth
Of charm,
Nor your eyes,
Chasms of radiance..
Let’s dance
Like the prismatic hues
That engulf me
Enrapture me
As you glance,
Sideways, with the hint of a dimple
On your cheeks
Mischief on your lips,
And flames in your heart
To warm me;
Yes embrace,
And let me flower
In your light..
Afloat
Aloft
And to dust.
Fluid thoughts
Stuck in stained spaces
Trapped intentions
Cobwebs of comprehension
Leaky emotions
Dripping, seeping, stinking
Tip-tap
An isolated attempt at retribution
A splat on the floor
Welling to a whirlpool
Of silent surrender
And in the midst
Lie
I
Afloat
Aloft
Turning to dust.
Let me draw life
From your breath,
Your beat,
Your smile,
Let me shine
Under the warming glow
Of your gaze,
Let me sleep
In the dark corners
Of your arms,
Let your heart be my haven
Mine yours,
My worries lost in your whispers
And your forevers entangled
In the curls of my hair..
Till death do us part
For but a miniscule moment;
Ask the moon and the stars –
Silent witnesses
Of a love forged
And kept aflame
Across eternity,
Born and reborn,
And in each new life
I shall seek you out
As I always have..
“For men may come, and men may go
But I go on forever..”
.
Will you??
Even as the men who come
Mock your chastity,
Assault your sheen,
Crush the pebbles you lovingly shaped
To dust and dig out
Your entrails
To feed their greed,
Even as you’re used
Abused
Left dry
And led to plead
For a drop of rain
Under the scorching sun
To heal your wounds,
Search in vain
For roots to weep on
After their plunder,
Or a branch to rest under,
As you bleed filth,
As your sweet fragrance
Turns to stench,
And your tears
To black bile.
Will you survive
As the men who go
Smother you with their corpses
Burn you with their hot ashes
Bury you in their darkness?
How longer, how much longer
Till the poisons
That course your veins
Gift you sweet death,
Release from the torment
Of being another whore
Tamed to submit
To mankind’s fancies;
Yes, men may come and men may go
But will you go on forever??
I dedicate this poem to Ganga, to Yamuna, to Citarum River, Yellow River, Doce, Marilao River, Cuyahoga, Mississippi River, Buriganga and all the other rivers and streams and brooks in the world – Mothers who nourished us, nurtured us, on whose laps all civilisations arose and who are now dying a slow death due to our apathy. Water is our elixir, rivers are our lifeline. Let’s save them before it’s too late.
It seems
I’m not the only one
To wake and yearn
For my beloved;
Still is the air,
Save the gentle sighs,
Memories perhaps
Of the night’s embrace;
Leaves rustle in hushed tones –
Envying greens, scarlet dreams
And yes, some yellowed,
Burnt by many a rendezvous
With the stars..
The roses too blush,
Turning away
Dewy cheeks – imprints,
Wet kisses of moonshine.
They whisper tales
And I whisper back;
They speak in passionate longing
Of the ravishing skies
The charming stars,
The blue night,
And then listen
As I speak of you.
I trace myself
On your exposed wounds
And know, my touch
Does not make you cringe;
Our scars fit
Like jigsaw puzzles.
Drench me in the silent
Depth of your eyes,
Pull me close, envelop me
In your white lies,
I care not if I am as beautiful
As you claim, nor surmise
That you speak the truth
In sultry disguise;
Just take me along –
Let each sunrise
Begin bright and burning
In the afterglow of a paradise
Found in each other’s arms,
Get lost in the spiral highs
Of desire twirling out of reach
As smoky screens of madness arise
And blankets of passion
Engulf my trembling sighs;
My love, let me live an eternity
In the depth of your eyes..
How is it that the more I drink
Of you
The thirstier I get?!!
💕
Two souls meet
In a wet embrace;
Your lips on mine.
I had a chance encounter
With a word today.
A name, an acquaintance of old,
Siron.
Is it C-ron or CY-ron?
In all those years when I frequented the joint,
I never cared for how it sounded in my head,
But now I do.
S-I-R-O-N was all it was,
Bright painted letters
Above the single dingy room,
With cheap chairs
And dusty corners
That promised milkshakes and ice creams
At rates we could afford;
And so it was
That a shoddy little place,
Grew into a horde of memories –
Haven for hot days,
Birthday treats,
Risque solitude
And covert first dates;
Sweet days tasting of
Thick mango shakes in summer
Choco deluxe in autumn
With cutlets and rolls
And watered down sauce;
.
I had a chance encounter
With five letters today
And together they spelt out
Mangoes,
Summer evenings,
Friendship
And love.
