Monday, 23 March 2015

The Nurse





One pale day when I will be all sad and dejected, disappointed by life. Sitting by the window with my head perched on the table looking out at the rain and the dark grey desolate sky. I would be lost somewhere in the melancholy of it. And then you would come. Sit by my side and not say a word. Without breaking the silence, without ruining the sanctity of the moment, you would just sit by my side. And bring your head by mine. You would look at me warmly with the intensity of those eyes, your hazel eyes swirling with molten honey. And gently you will bring your scented fingers to my hair. And you will stroke them. You will stroke them with all the love you have ever known. You will run those slender fingers between those glossy black hairs as if you waited a lifetime for this moment. And your soft pores will absorb all the pain and sorrow. And I would just sit quietly, close my eyes and let you be the healer, let you be the nurse. Let you wrap yourself around me like a child. Let you be the balm I have waited for eternity. I’ll let you soothe me, comfort me, nurse me back me to health. Let you caress all my wounds. Let you be that coat in the cold. And in that moment I know I will be fine, I will be good. I will be healed, all my pain gone all the sorrow whisked away, all my pangs dissolved, all my sadness vanishing into thin air. 

Friday, 20 March 2015

Vineyard




We are sowing a vineyard
You and I
Watering it each day
With our warmth and care
Nurturing it with
With affection and love
And this vineyard will grow
And it will flourish
One day when we will part
When you would go your own path
And I will go my own way
One day when we will finally say
The final goodbye
When I will leave you
And you will leave me
This vineyard of ours
It will engulf us
Surround our beings
The vines will wrap them around us
Strangling and suffocating  
With all our warmth
Our care and affection
All the madness
The poison
And chaos
And then finally
The grapes will be picked
And the wine brewed
The wine of our memories
Of unheard melodies and unsung sonnets
Of regrets and sorrows
Of pain and pangs
Of unsaid words and repressed desires
Of sad goodbyes and streams of secret tears
Of unfulfilled wishes and long sighs
And we will pour that wine
In our own places
In our own glasses
In our own times
And we will drink it
We will drink it to our fill
Without clinking our glasses
And seeing the other in the eye
The wine of our vineyard


Sunday, 15 March 2015

Dreams and Nightmares




 

We had a dream
Of a shimmery evening
On the pier by the sea
Then we had a nightmare
Of dark desolate alleys
With demons and monsters alike

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Playing it Safe

Let's not toy with sanity now
Let sane logic prevail
Let us part now
And swim in shallow waters

Playing it safe

Sunset



As I passed
Through the highway
Sitting by the window
The gleaming sunset caught my eye
The sky
A tapestry of blue and pink
Weaved together
In a lifelong embrace
And the scattered specks of clouds
The shape of your finely done eyebrows
Over those dry rocky mounts
I was spellbound
My gaze held
By the divine palette of colors
As the sun went slowly down
And the auras changed
To red and gold
Out of nowhere
I saw your face appear
That glint of your brown eyes
Your sunlight kissed face
And that smile
Dancing before my eyes once more

I Will Go Now

I will just go now
Walk away
Stutter to a land far off
And sleep like a baby
 In a meadow
With marble benches
Dark green canopies

And yellow fruits

Melody

But don't you know
You are the melody
Which makes the strings of this lute

Dance to perfection?

Do You Know?

Do you know?
How is it
To have to keep your demons locked
With nothing to unleash them on
Do you know?
How is it
 To watch the demons
 Dancing the evil dance
With their fingers flicking with fire
While move round and round
In a circle around you
And you sit and stare
As they make those evil faces
Stick their tongues out                                               
And laugh those impish grins
Do you know?
How is it
To have a range of hells
Inside your head
And move from one hell to another

Every changing moment

Guiding Star


 


And then
I fashioned you out
From my heart
In glitter and stardust
Poured in it on my palms
And whisked it away to the heavens
There you flew
And became the bright star
In the dark sky above my head
Becoming the guiding light
My guiding star

Bliss

Deserted rooftop
The soothing silence of the night
Roll of thunder in the distance
2 am conversations
With the cloudy sky
The crickets chirping nearby
Wafts of cool breeze on my face
Loose flip flops in the feet
The spontaneous smile

The bliss of solitude!

Wounds And Time

There are some wounds which never heal. These are the ones you never get over. They say that time heals everything. But the truth is that it does not. Time does not heal them. They just become numb. Or we just get used to them. Maybe we do. I don’t know. I am not sure. Time just puts its infinite layers on them. And each day passes the layers keep on increasing. One layer after the other. And the wounds are buried deep inside them. Safe. Out of sight. Somewhere down below. But never healed. A little bruise, a slight shove and there they surface again. Raw and fresh as they once were. Cut open again. Seeping with blood. 

You And I



We are poetic.
No we are poetry.
You and I.
We are like art.
No we are art.
You and I.

If It Were For Me

If it were for me
I would lie in your lap forever
And let you stroke my hair
All night long
If it were for me
I would cry in your hair
And bare my soul
Let you stitch
All the pieces together
If it were for me
I'd hold you in my arms
Kiss your forehead
And never let you go
If it were for me
I'd let you hold my face
And caress it
Ruffle my hair
For forever and ever
If it were for me
I'd never cut loose
The electrical connection
Which runs
 Between us

Like wild fire.

Fine Wine

So then
We became
Each other's fine wine
Taking a draught

Only when thirsty

Bring Me A Potion





Bring me a potion
An elixir
Something that would shut the mind
Numb the senses
Stop the avalanche of thoughts
Halt the whirlpool of crazy obsessions
Fend the volcano of dark demons


And If Ever


 

And if I ever find you
As a whiff of fresh air
Or a fragrance lingering somewhere beautiful
I will bare my soul

I will bare my soul to you.