Your Fragrance

I want to be that piece of incense,
Burning, Burning ……
For you each morn.

And dear, when you set me afire
Do it without regrets.
May I sublimate, content,
To have been your scent
Atleast that once.

The Prodigal Son

forgive me,
for being the burden in your womb
and for the stretch marks around your navel.

For being the snake that sucked you dry,
The labor pains , that lay futile.
I was the prodigal son
When siblings rose high.

Pardon me, mother

I never forgave you
For shattering the silence of the womb

Heart Burns

Burns, heart burns
a heart that burns
and there’s the coal of love
from which it burns.

Fan the kiln,
the flames must rise,
in the warmth of your fire
death does lie.

Confused, bewildered
In remorse, I lie.
Blood, red blood,
All around I spy.

In search of love
Did death, I find?
Or craving for death,
In love , my heart abide?

Vagabonds of the Sky

Lone bird of the night sky,
Aimless in your pursuits.

Circling, hovering
Advancing, retreating.

As though drunk, swaggering
Lost in silence , apprehending.

Surveying a sleeping world, from skies above.
Definitely eccentric! Why else, antics so hilarious?

Roam the skies,
settle nowhere.

For what are kith and kin
But primordial sorrows?

Debris Of Love

Wine through the veins
soothes my senses.

Poetry in the mind,
sends an iota of hope.

Music in the soul,
points to new horizons.

Yet, the love in the heart
Tears all apart.

Burnt In love

Burnt in love
Destroyed in the heat of it’s flames
Life, loses form and colour.

Like a candle melts
to solace a strangers darkness
and he forgets it at dawn

may each passing moment
of my life be spent,
as the sole beneath your feet.

Suffering the sting of the thorns
in the path you tread.

Farewell to Thraldom

How beautiful is the freedom
That bears witness
To the utterance of a soul long suppressed.

Like the rain
that cooled the desert.
The bird that eluded
captivity.

How fresh is the air, breathed
After long years of captivity!
How invigorating is the elation,
After freedom from tyranny.

Like the calm,
that succeeds the storm.
The breeze that
solaced the land.

But for this
My heart would not sing
Nor my winters
Bloom like spring.

The Vocalist

Your melody,
has lit the lamp
child of the gandharva.

Though;
only a firefly
amidst, the engulfing gloom.

That reserved for the gods
now before this meek creature.

What more am I
than a vagabond
that for this music,
wandered.

Alas!
How momentary,
It fades to nothingness,
and life returns
to monotonous torture

A confession

Pardon Pardon
Sweet love
The lips you longed to kiss
are coated now with vile.
The fire has burned its innocence,
A conspicuous mark
Is left.

While my heart should’ve beaten
For you and you alone,
It suffocates, the smoke
Strangling it.

Your roses, their aroma should’ve
Filled the room, soothed my numbness
And led me
To that drowsy state.

Alas! The fumes have displaced it.
The vicious fumes for your scent.
The incense, I reminisce not.
Only the vile burns.

Pardon pardon sweet love
The innocence
of the heart you loved
is dead.

Perennial Grief

Come summer,
I reminisce your warmth in the midday sun

Come winter,
The coldness in your eyes reveal.

Monsoon arrives with a burst of song
And droplets, yet again, sing of pain.

The sunburns, the frost bites
and the drowning floods are seasonal.

The pain of your loss alone
is perennial.

Spring

Never delight in
the blossoming jasmines
nor the ripe trees of spring.
Little we know, it could be
Burdens, weighing down..
down..
down ..

Grief In Times Of Rain

like a child
Rich in mischief,
the rains, seem to
play their pranks.
dark expectant clouds
Hover . . .
and then,
as a satire
elope with the wind.

the lands blush . . .
Is it embarrassment?
embitterment?
or yet,
Could it be
the facial expression
prior to their cries?

Only you

Whence I shut my eyes
and cuddle in the warmth
of thy embrace.
I feel my world revolve
in the gravity of your strength.
Neither can I fly off
nor draw myself into thee

Untimely rain

Untimely Rain,
Brute and melancholy.
You took away my last rose.
My toil and love lay futile.

A rose I'd equaled
to my heart;
With hopes that it would
gift her smile.

Rotting...Rotting to primordial dust.

The music that I,
for the flower, played each dawn,
and the love notes I exchanged.
Into fluid air,
has dissolved.

The bud had arrived
one misty morn.
The hopes of love,
first bloomed....

Jasmines I nurtured
to extinguish it's solitude,
her hair to adorn
and even in death,
to accompany my rose.

The jasmines
droop low to
to bid farewell
and the worker bees
in solemn respect;
encircle,
the fallen rose.

With what then, dear one;
shall I bid farewell?

For the rain,
has plucked
the Rose,
and my soul.

Hibiscus

The hibiscus in my lawn
that greeted me each morn
painted my life red
without me, knowing.

Long years hence,
at the dissection table
some lone corner of the heart
Bled…

Forsaken

All I felt were mine,
and all I held as moulded for me;
have claimed their due.
Mirages of the desert!

The friendship induced by the wine,
dissolves as quick as the effervescence.
Even the intoxication,
has forsaken.

The rains have forgotten,
the passion with which
they embraced my nudity;
and the pain of droplets on the skin
that once seemed like lovebites
Have forsaken…

The scent of the flower has forsaken,
only the buzzing bee.
The woods that astonished have forsaken;
carnivores pounce to gnaw,
The last ounce of flesh.

The lover too, has forsaken
obliged to
parental dictates.

For how much long am I to bear,
the shame of life’s mercy.
Forsake…
Forsake…
And let all debts be due