The dream-roll

The window on the roadside creaks and opens. She dusts off the webs of idle desire that had long before nested on those untouched bars. A sneeze rests on her nose, but is adamant on the stay, much like the dreams she salved from the sun and the sweat, the fret and the froth, the rain and the rust. Before cocooning back to the quietness of her tiny abode, her grey eyes greet the early rays of the sun. They seem to whisper to her: "we carpet the day before you, stride forth!" As she turns back with a subtle smile, the spider has begun to play with its craft over again ...

Were I ...

                    Were I a rainbow, I'd spread my hues over your snowy sky...

black out

the smiles fade
the colours blur
letters vanish
tides missing
canvas empty
sun sets
my eyes close
my eyes open
they blink
flick
i click
google
fear
where are you
where am i
where is the Light

Doorsteps

I stand by your doorsteps here
Knocking hard at the door I am.
No one answers, and
It gives a blank stare back at me.
Puzzled, I halt- turn to go back,
My legs both numb,
"Stay" - says my inner voice
And so do I.
I had to. I loved you.
Days wither, starving me for you. Me-
At your doorsteps, alone by my shadow.
Oft I stagger. Today I swoon-
Die I may tomorrow. Die, yet
Would last wish my eyes not blink
As they stare at the open door
And you beside me- huh!
That'd be but my last dream
At your doorsteps.
The revelation dawns on me.
Die, but next to impossible would
Anymore of my dreams be for you!
The trembling hands bag the dreams
And the waning feet pace back
To my place of being:
They have to. You never loved me.
Die, yet would my struggle be
Between life and death, love and pain.
No more of you will be.
Die, and would die my own life
Mine own-
Not having to pay regrets to you.
Die, but not at your doorsteps.


Pssst...: An old poem of 2008

Love flags

From my firm clasp I wanna let you go,
Let you go of my binding love.
So hard it is for you and me-
Many a time our minds juxtapose
Or our love claims authority,
And much painful when so, its cruel fetters
Chain us together in its tangles
Inescapable; we find it oft irremovable.
Love flags freedom in its genitive pinions,
Love flags soar high in their freedom-
One of reciprocation.
This bond I assure will never be a shackle,
I'll let you go, but
I promise you our love forever will remain...

Passing by...

I strut stupefied in the corridors that I once
thought were solely mine; but my foreboded
fears have taken their toll; it's now final
that I barely belong to these homely halls.
Why then do I flip my flimsy thoughts
over this that I now unown?
Time, that nasty, naughty fellow snaps, creaks
And buhahaas on my ignoble ignorance;
We both 'tis true, had a stupid stake-
Who will win- he or me?
Foolish and frantic I try running away.
Lo! But who's holding me back, back, back?
Let me go, get lost
with my tear-wet reminiscences...
Oh let not bind me with your blinding
bonds anymore...
Let me turn to lend a lean look
at what I have left behind
and what has left me behind...

Psst: I haven't done a 're-vision' on these lines, I merely wanted to ventilate my impulsive and mixed emotions, having bid adieu to the loveliest phase of my college life... :-(
Tears, Little Wing

The Ethereal

 The Ethereal
- I write this, to her...

I see the stranger strolling along the dusky street in
Pensive; her bare feet caressing the beaded frills
Of her couture ramped quietly on the raw pavement,
Led enticed as though by a magic wand in its flick,
Or by the paining strums of a guitar stringbroken;
The sulk in her grey eyes I can see well so veiled
The ring on her annualry, pearled and betrothed.
Eyes those sunk, engrossed in the perhaps moot
Heating up inside her- Could I, the unseen beholder
From all my ignorance void, wild and wide, so probe
It an unfaithful guilt over an undesired nuptial,
Or an unfulfilled dream over a non-dream?-
Cynthia smiles as my fancy tosses its thoughts,
While she on and on moves, where to unawares,
Wanes into the Abysmal, Unfathomable, Unseen,
And I slip back into my cold ole nothingness...