Stilted Hours...

Ok, this is one of my recent works. I'm extremely apprehensive about the response because my style of writing is becoming more unconventional and abstruse with every passing day. Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping you guys like it :)



There are some dawns,
of silver mirrors and rusty reflections,
when you wake up to a tune
coming from a distance; a flute’s
unadorned raga.

When time stands still,
in the womb of darkness, nascent
smiles are born, few survive while
others are aborted, bartered
for a few morsels of hope.

There are few rustic noons
planted in a courtyard, where
a hungry geranium trails
the corrugated asbestos, as
beads of sweat drizzle from
a leaden sky.

Little children bodies,
chase the wind
behind a rickety cart,
amidst whistles
and few barefooted prayers
climb the steps to godliness.

There are some evenings,
when sparrows and urchins
come home,
hand in hand.
A dusk where alms are split,
and a peasant eavesdrops
on yesterday’s conversation.

And then...



And then
You arrive,
like a whispered
wish of an anklet,
a touch of wet clay,
Lost charm in a bangle.
A firefly in wild play.

There comes a night,
when I sleep
in your embrace.

The Unsung Song..

I don't expect too many likes or comments for this poem. It is one of my unconventional poems which is playing around with words and the theme.



A song stays undone,
With no tune, it stood unsung.
A forgotten echo, reverberates from afar,
But nay shall I tune it, let it stay unsung.

The tune did hum; a memory quivered on my lips,
A distant tinnitus; sung with your voice afresh,
Our heads then moved in a sprightly trance,
We crooned a duet of our ballad undone.

Under the gulmohar tree, saffron clothed in spring,
Lying on your lap, writing our lines; nay not prim,
Tuned I the last line, in moods that ebbed from your heart,
Of this undone poem, ever after unsung song.

Sung with voices, in dissonance it came,
Tears frosted; a hazy mist on glass.
Discord creeping, rusted the wet violins strings,
Made the song unsung, and all undone.

In solitude, as I sung those lines in brooding pain,
I found the lines to our poem undone.
But I just left it, fading written with an inkless pen,
Etched; painful acrid vinegar’s sting, for we now not one,
And it froze as a poem undone, with a tune unsung.

Lust- A Haiku necklace

I was going through my old posts and I realised that the last time I posted a haiku was almost 18 months back!!! So I thought I'll post a haiku necklace(Haikus stringed like pearls to form a poem) to make up for all the haikus I should have posted in the last year and a half.

For those who are new to the land of Haikus - Haiku is a Japanese lyric form that has seventeen syllables, arranged in 3 lines of 5/7/5 syllables each; usually invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
It consists of two sentences, separated by a puntuation mark, and usually, the last line holds a sort of key to the verse, a point to drive home so to speak.It is usually build around the beauty and feelings depicted by nature.



Ivy creeps and twines,
Your body is close to mine,
I'll not let thee go!

Grapes sweeten thy lips,
Succulent,smooth,temptous red,
O what thirst I feel.

Bosoms heave in heat,
Mangoes ripened calls me near,
On them soon I feast.

Twilight plays on skin,
Your navel licked; then I kissed.
Clenched your toes in haste.


Blissful moans I hear,
As I merge,blend into ye,
Drenched in passions rain.

Cool mist gentle touched,
Our bodies on green moss laid,
Thus this Haiku ends.

Our Symphony

Beating of your heart,
Rhythm of my pulse.

Flutter of your eyelashes,
Melody of my breathing.

Tingle in your spine,
Quiver on my lips.

Whisper of your eyes,
Murmur of my soul.

Your pleasurable sigh,
My passionate moan.

Our world.
Our symphony.

An incomplete rendezvous

I saw a painting hung on the wall,
A girl and a boy.
Coloured with black and white
Grey leaves and a grass portrait.
Nimble toes and taut shin.
Doe-eyed girl, her flowing tresses,
The boy entangled in the tumbling twirls.
Both draped in muslin with fragile love.
Black bamboos lurking with fear,
Ominous milieu and a smile rinsed with tear.
Elusive feelings with silence so near
Stenciled silhouette wafted into the night.
With spirit and sinew, he gave it his all,
Holding her close, bare arms and a naked fall
His moonlit face and her timid lips,
Beaded dewdrops could steal a kiss.
But the breeze played truant, and the curtains drew
On an incomplete rendezvous.

I will never bid you goodbye...

I had written this poem a few years back but somehow everytime I read this poem, it just seems to hit me even harder and as even more friends seem to drift away from my life, this poem seemed extremely relevant at present.



Sometimes I don’t know why,
I feel I have lost
A bit too much in my way of life.
Like scattered pebbles,
Moments passed haunt back,
Memories never die.
And when I reminisce a beloved’s journey
Away from my life,
I wish I could speak better than just that goodbye…

It’s not easy to bond…
It’s harder to untie,
Those chords sweetly wound over
Abysses of time.
Which might be just a season as per the sand clocks time
But in life it’s a reason enough to
Recall and try.
To live in the old glory of bygone ties,
Away as they drift- my pals,
I wish I could say better than just goodbyes…

To live and see others go,
It’s a common sight,
But to live without the hope
That they might retrace their paths back,
Is what makes you cry …
And still as the loves of my life drift away,
I can't but silently watch all the way.
And wait for a miracle to defy the order of time;
And wish I met them all once again, at least before I die…
And yet I fall short of words,
I wish I could have the strength to undo the ‘goodbyes’.

Every time you see a friend move away,
Hold her hand and ask her to stay…
Strike when the time is ripe;
So that you needn’t sit and reminisce
And ponder over what she would have told-
Could she have gone away?
Had you not said the ‘goodbye’?
I wish I could be braver
To hold back people in my life,
I wish I had the guts to say-
“ I will never bid you goodbye."

Another Day...

To sit.
And talk.
And share our day.

To see.
To gaze.
And discern what our eyes say.

To hear.
To listen.
And understand what is not said.

To dream.
To aspire.
And on that path, hand in hand, to tread.

To hold.
To touch.
And share the desire.

To kiss.
To caress.
And burn in the fire.

To embrace.
To be held.
And feeling content.

To love.
To live with you.
And share another day perfectly spent…

Ti amo tesoro mio...

Sweetheart,
I somehow didn't want to write a typical 'I can't live without you', 'You mean the world' kind of stuff 'cos you already know very well what the two of us share and I didn't want to trivialise our bond by stating the obvious and acting mushy about it in a letter. This is just a thank-you note on this Valentine's from my side. Thanks for putting that smile on my face by cracking a joke just when I would be tensed and worried about something. Thanks for laughing at all those silly jokes of mine. Thanks for patiently listening to me when I would just go on blabbering about my own little problems. Thanks for calling me up again the next day even after I would go off to sleep over the phone while you tried sharing your little problems with me. Thank you for always taking the initiative to set things straight between us after a fight, knowing very well that I'm too stubborn and stuck-up to take the first step. Thanks for somehow not letting the physical distance between us affect what we share. Thanks for making me feel important and loved. Thanks for just making me feel complete. Thanks for being so understanding and caring. In short, thanks for just being there. :) You might think that I do not notice and appreciate these small things because I never mention it but these things do mean a lot to me and you're indeed special and I do love you a lot. Just remain the way you are :)

I've written a poem for you as well. Somehow the poem doesn't do justice to what I feel for you but this is the best I could come up with right now....



At times like these…

When I am feeling
down and out.
When my dreams have gone dumb,
but my nightmares shout.

At times like these…

When my picture perfect
life seems shattered.
When I don’t have the strength
to pick the pieces that lay scattered.

At times like these…

When my ship is caught
in a sea that’s unruly.
When my shore looms afar
and my guiding star I can’t see.

At times like these…

When there is no sinew left
to take one more step.
When my spirit is bereaved of
all the verve and pep.

At times like these…

When this world is mocking me
and I feel withered.
When my today is insipid
and my tomorrow is blurred.

At times like these…

I close my eyes
and picture thee.
I am rekindled and enflamed
by the warmth surrounding me.

At times like very these…

I search my soul
and feel your presence.
I submit to you.
I surrender to your essence.


Ti amo tesoro mio :)

Love story of Sand and Sea..

Liquid sapphire married the cerulean sky,
Bond awesome, yet longingly she cried for me.
Far away I lay down sprawled across the beach,
Shore they call me- A poet lost in sad sleep.

All day long wailing from horizon’s abode,
Wave’s frothy kisses drench me, in her love white.
Brimming love when I etch, as poems on wet sands,
Splashing she washes, tearfully scared of sky’s might.

Sky darkened, clouds thunder as he knew our love,
Whips of lightning strikes my beloved’s brow.
Anger raging, my love lashes herself on cliffs,
Tried to kill herself; but thought of me then quit.

Crimson dusk seeping; tired now sky sleeps.
Yearning, gentle with love her tides on me softly creep.
Simmering in warmth of passion, as we made out,
Subtle moans echoed- my lips inscribed poems on her.

Morning smiled; arose the clear blue sky,
Dissolving, longing yet another day of wait.
Seagulls flying, cooing in tune to our nights song,
I’ll be here; coarse sands basked- fast dear come tonight!

A letter from the past...

Sundays are always reserved for cleaning up my room, cupboard and drawers and rummaging through my drawers always brings up some memorabilia that touches a raw nerve somewhere . I love keeping notes, letters, old photographs, cards and other stuff (which might seem like junk to other people) but never fail to bring back old memories. Today, I came across this really old letter that I had written for a loved one after we had decided to part our ways. My handwriting seems so different in this letter and it seems even more ancient because it has been written with an ink pen. Some of the words have faded and the letter seems all frayed with creases because of the numerous times that I have unfolded, read and then re-folded the letter to keep it back inside the envelope. I'm posting certain parts of the letter here because I felt like sharing it...

Incidentally, the letter was never read by the person whom it was written for. She sent back the letter without reading it :)



Sweetheart,


It's rightly said that you don’t know what you have until its gone. It’s also rightly said that words are a poor medium of expression. But I’ll still try to pen down those things that I could never express and which were left unsaid. How I wish time had stood still! How I wish you had heard the unsaid! How I wish that life wasn't so unfair! How I wish we could hold hands and live our dream again!How I wish I could be there when you really needed me! How I wish I could say that ‘sorry’ when it really mattered! How I wish I could take back those harsh words that I had spoken! How I wish I could give you that hug during all those lonely times! How I wish I could listen to the music of the stars with you again! How I wish I could whisper those ‘magical words’ when you really wanted to hear them!How I wish I could show you that you are my only one! How I wish I knew then that love is not just about caring, but also about sharing! How I wish I could get you to stay back when you loved me! How I wish I hadn’t been so blind to your true feelings! How I wish I had said and done those little things that really matter! How I wish I could undo all those things that went wrong! How I wish I had told you how happy I was that you were mine! How I wish I could see that warmth in your eyes again! How I wish you knew you were always on my mind! How I really wish I had spoken my silence in words…


Anyway, I won’t drag this letter too much. I won’t make it more difficult for you by talking about old memories. This letter is just a confession. A confession of my regret and a confession of my undying love. You must be wondering why I’m not sitting beside you while you’re reading this letter and watching you read. It’s because I’ve realized that I’ve wronged you and what would be worse would be to force you to come back, so I’ve left my silence and absence with you wrapped in this envelope until you wish to come back to me. I can only hope that you always remember me, remember us and the special bond that we shared. And as years go by, our paths will get separated, we might drift apart completely and we might never meet again, but if you ever think of me, will you remember that I love you very much?


Wishing you all the best in life,
Your Superman

Memories in my hand..

Yes, this poem was one of my first few posts in this blog. I'm deleting that post and re-posting with a few changes here and there :)




A long forgotten letter,
With words faded…
Cos so many times they
Were, by my eyes, caressed…

A single red rose
With petals dried…
Nestled in my diary
Still smelling of July…

A sea shell locket
so pretty and shiny…
From the walk on the beach…
Still can hear the sound of the sea…

A shining rock
From the calm stream…
Ages have passed
But I still feel its gleam…

An old picture
Us, smiling, together…
Was it yesterday or a lifetime back?
Still such happy memories it stirs…

A brown twig
From our walk in the woods…
Can still smell the night…
Oh! How I wish the time stood…

But time didn’t stand…
It rushed past…
And I am left with my memories…
Holding them in my hands… hoping they will last…

Making Love...Haiku no. 7

Waves kiss basking sands,
I'll paint with my lips on ye.
Dear make love to thee !

Memories...

You and I
Lying on the grass…
Looking up
And counting the stars…

Giving names
To one and each…
Lifting our fingers
Pretending, them, we can reach…

Sharing silly stories
Laughing like kids…
Being with each other
Filled with such bliss…

Looking together
In the same direction…
Sharing a dream
So near to perfection…

My arms around you
your safety, your shield…
Your soothing touch
My heart’s content and fulfilled…

We feign ignorance
To the moon’s descent slow…
Which will give way to tomorrow
When you will have to go…

Time we can’t enslave
But this moment we can save…
Like children
The moment we seize…
The feeling, the togetherness
In our memories we try to freeze…

The memories will be
Penned in my diary’s page…
So that they don’t vanish
I will keep them in cage…
When you far away,
When you are not near…
That page will be
Kissed by my falling tears…

The Emptiness in a Lover...(Haiku No. 4)

Barren I feel dear,
Dry as a bone here I stay,
My soul aches for ye!

PAINT ME A PICTURE, WON’T YOU?

Paint me a picture,
won’t you?
of not images,
but words that trickle
out of your lips.
the light that shines
in your eyes,
in the dark hours.
a picture of love and
its tender shower.
the unsaid vows that
beat in the hearts.
the warmth that you
give to my veins.
the tingle in the spine,
the blush on my
cheeks.
the aura around me,
that on me,
you bestowed.
the moment, when the
heart missed a beat,
and the window left open,
through which my
heart flew away
to you.
the moment, when I lost
myself,
and found us.

paint me a picture, won’t you...
of the unexplained feelings
and the unleashed emotions?

but don’t pick up the brush,
and don’t mix colours in your
palette and don’t you look
for a bare canvas...

paint on my heart, my soul
and my skin...
the colours of you...
and let me be totally
tinted by your hues...

paint on me a picture,
unseen by others...
won’t you?