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Your Light

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..

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Afloat

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.

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Let Me Draw Life

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..

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The Brook, Revisited

“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.

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Conversation

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.

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In The Depth Of Your Eyes

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..

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Siron

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.