Artist

Artist,
I wish to know
who keeps
the golden traces of
the mirror you broke-
break still,
severally-
as you splitted your
sort-of-frustration:
for they kaleidoscope
the many vermilion faces
you drew
and wiped off,
strangely reflecting
one was me.

Hide and sulk

Sleeping by my mother's side,
A hurricane caught
My kwashiorkor-tended well-fit.
Wrong, it was his robust arms
Shackling my skeletal thoughts,
Powdering them into a misty dust,
Withering them in my blinded eyes,
Turning that night nighter than ever.
A firefly I was, tented beneath the skyroof
In the footpath that was my home.
A spoonful blackhole
of his lascivious desire
Geared, bulleted and fidgeted,
Mixed uglily with my retaliated not-let-go.
1-0,
An eventual win
For his sixpack in the tugowar.
Wringing the last drop of my light,
He left, over the open gate shoving
The leftover candle, all blown out -
All but waxing blisters and
Countless mysteries
Of everything I'd lost
In the hide and sulk.
There in the no-return,
I lay wondering
Why I was wrested from me.

Laid to rest

The fossil of an ancient raindrop, frail and grey,
Enclaved in a tiny pyramid, soiled by time,
Beams an archaic smile, and rests in peace.

The Better Half

Her eyes curtained unsettled oceans
that swerved , billowed, roared.
Floating in an empty corridor
in the dark, they swirled
strong in the nailing thunderbolts,
breathing candles of hope.
Lensed by the brimming saline,
the lining of her mettled prowess,
they flashed a tender pebblegaze
at my ageworn half heart,
and wedded hers with me.

Race

I tried to catch him up in the race, failed, turtled at my pace, and the rabbit slowed himself to share his walk with me...Love's magical splendour!

A Love Lay

The sun streaks happy rays sky high,
Cliffing for the cloudcouple a wedding bower,
Where by the rainbow's vernal end,
They to the starry lighthouse gently turn,
Waltz majestic in the honeyed moon,
Swimming the candid, crystal floors.
The night falls in a catwalk subtle,
And heaven's doors close awhile,
Rains harp this lay in the celestial,
Sparkling blessings of the bridal shower,
As the newlyweds embroider their love-
Love so surreal, pure and serene.