The Floral Requiem

The butterflies flutter and fly away,
Stopping not to wave a goodbye,
Their honeyed flips aren't heard,
No thrush songs do echo anywhere.
The dew presses on harder,
The snow piles on my tender petals,
The doom is near,
Winter is here.
He has come to let me down,
He unlaces my life,
I submit and fall apart,
I lie cold beside my sole sepal.
Though I breathe my last,
The road I know doesn't end here,
Nor does the dream die,
The fragrance will never fade...

Black and White

Thou leaned on me, Beauty's propriety,
Laid thine bosom on my virgin canvas,
With the soothing lash of thine Love,
Painted my heart with chromes of desire.
Wherefrom didst come thou, I know not;
When with the stroke of thy tresses coloured
Me from the wonted black and white,
I remember not! Spersed thou me
With thine masterful caress, harvesting joy
On the grim visage, suffusing myriads of smiles.
Lores of thine charm take fathoms and volumes
That my fraily paley gab cannot lone spell,
Come rest on my words, thou Muse of Helicon,
Sail with me on these thine own rivulets of ink,
Alas! Thine hour has lapsed, gone hast thou!
But gone hast thou too soon out of the blue.
Me minus thee is hueless, breathless, lifeless.
Frozenness surrounds me, its shreds shudder me,
Tears erase me, ah thine very own me
Fades brack, black, back to black and white.

Snippet

Love bridges miles apart.

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