Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Battle

I see your doubts
and my misgivings
on the periphery of
our conversations.
You skirt around
the crux,
only slightly
brushing it.
I wait
In frigid anticipation!

Silly Little Leaf- 2

I flutter
in the gust
that threatens to
sweep me away.
My fears know for sure
there is no anchor
for a rudderless boat
nor, for a
stray, windblown leaf.
I pull myself together
hold on to what's left of me
The storm beguiles me
tells me to hang on
I m charmed ,and
let the storm anchor me
Against the wind
against the tide
I am blown
tattered to shreds
Me, a silly little leaf!
Lacerated and bleeding
I was also a life, once!

Another Coffee Evening

You let the pregnant pauses
hang in the air
I try to fill in with useless chatter
The dark clouds gather,
grow dense with a promise
I watch with a bated breath
the wind rises and,
sweeps them away
The rain gives a miss again!
your eyes lose their eloquence!
My heart misses a beat
I get up to leave
leaving my soul behind
you are left to take stock
of the dregs,
the moments,
your unsaid words,and
my soul!

The meeting...

I look everywhere 
but,
at you.
My eyes dance like
a vibrant butterfly
frolicking on a happy spring day.
You look nowhere
but,
at me.
Unwavering glance sits on my face.
I speak non-stop
words running berserk.
You look amused
My words bounce off
without hitting you

A walk across his mind

She walks over his mental space,
trampling his thoughts
with her dainty feet.
Her laughter echoes
In the deeper recesses of his 
heart.
And, a smile plays on his lips,
Inadvertently!
There’s more that makes
him muse.
She plays
in his most inappropriate thoughts.
There is so much of her
in his dreams
He does not want to wake up!

The gifts I ask from you

When you come to me
on a rain-sodden afternoon,
soaked in the downpour of hope,
Come laden with gifts,
that you must carry
as one does,
for the love of one's life
Bring for me,
the words anew
for the
unfinished poem
that I wrote for you
Bring me,too,
the missing notes,
of my favorite music
that went in search
of you.
Get me,
if you must,
the dreams deserted by my sleep
the nights,i laid awake
thinking of us.
And once the rain abates,
bring me the balmy sunshine
I have been hibernating
for sometime