Night

The night shower is an artist
On my frozen window panes
Shining sketches are born
Filled with my colourless mute desires

The dancing golden flame in my room
Turned those droplets into diamonds
In the dreams that blossomed
Pictures breathed life to memories

I shall weave the thread of rain
To tender wings, i shall soar
Across mounts and mighty seas
To you, on this lovely night.

My Poesy

I once longed to shrink into some shell
Its warm interior hugging me tight
Insulates dazzle and darkness, music and noise
of what i abhor and adore-
The world, a bright doll-house, a dark coffin,
I, a doll, draped in iridescent livery, smile
I lie quiet in the cold stillness listening for sobs
hearing none I rose again
i wanted to shrink into a shell !
The shell i sought was my quill, I own it
My mind fills it as colourless ink
And I scribble life...

Ritual

I have spilt the wine, old and strong with time,
Fermented in the darkest depths of mind.
I know the shattered crystal would pierce my heart.
Blood and wine will merge to draw vague patterns on the cold floor.
Let the ritual begin...
Possessed by memories, I will trade my soul to dreams unfulfilled,
In a frenzy will I evoke the dark love and exorcise you out of me.

I will forget you

Once will I forget you
Memories engraved will I erase
Mirages I sought will vanish
I will forget you
My love, adhered to you, my love, will I shear away
"First love, fancy!" -- will I call you then
And seek distances in the gilded chariot.
Then will he be beside me
I will love him more than I loved you
He will glitter , clad in black,I will hold his cold palm
And open the golden gate.
I will forget you then.

No Heart is Alone

Relationships- the bondage of blood or the mix of souls
Call them what you like, shattered figurines are they
With hope’s flame dancing in their weeping shadows
The faith of love in some heart that beat afar.
Seeking roots and shriveled veins to soothe my lonely soul,
I lamented day and night that I have none to care
Trying to invoke the guardian angel of many an orphaned heart
I lay till a ray of dawn touched my aching self.
Never again did I mourn for a heart to care for me
For mine began to beat for all the ones on earth
There is no heart’s orphaned sorrow filling darkest nights
No heart is lonely in this heavenly vale of life.

Mirage

Through the veil gifted by the raindrops
I saw a memory, blurred like a dream
A fantasy or mirage-I know not
Or silhouettes sketched by a mind
Tired of broken slumber-
Something so beloved to my soul, I knew,
Something that would fade away soonI didn’t blink my tired eyelids
To prolong the joy and wave off the loss
But the tears that brimmed blurred it further.
Is it my long lost love, I know not,
Or the mirage called Hope ?
Or Death?
I took it to my heart not knowing what it is
I know nothing more
But I exist only till it fadesIt is my last heartbeat, the falling rhythm of breath
The secret of my soul, my swan song…..

Enigma

I first faced the horizon to ask“For whom was I born?”
It was when the tender rose bud
Withered before the spring blossomed
The wind may have stolen the answer
For I received none!

“Why was I born?”-it was whatI asked much later in life
When I failed to decipher my destiny
From the maze of lines on my palm
The air around was silent and still
But I got not even the solace
Of a lost reply!

I asked again whether to believe
In the memories of past lives
Or to hope the bright ray of truth
In some eternal future of bliss.
The horizon blushed crimson.

“Fool-you failed to guide me”-cursed I.
From the raindrops that showered that night
A thousand dreams sprouted
It encased my soul as the answer
To all my queries lost in the wind.

It came to me as springs of forgetfulness,
As slumber, darkness and solace....