When I was young, I’d longed to float and fly
Because the welkin charmed, allured me much;
I’d hankered after gladness and pure bliss,
The airy, blue expanse I’d hoped to touch.
Because the Welkin Charmed Me Much
The Purple Passiflora
In that instance, she ascends as a vulnerable Lotus…
Every molecule of love that she had for her man
Hurtles towards her quavering veins.
She is being prodded by the amorous pitcher plant, she too wants to devour…
Those smouldering sweat gleams dribbling from his lascivious skin.
Many nights those were the only raiments that she would be lapped in!
Eternal Misery
Sunsets on your pale ripped jean
drops of twilights in my skin
such unquenchable longing
for the insatiable thirsts
intruding arteries inside out,
spurious blood of silence has
measured off our infamous hearts
My Journey
My journey has not
been easy or short.
And I have no wish
to beat the hurts
like a dead horse.
Much of my life
has been laid out
in my page end
to end.
‘Loving’ Friend
There’s a world abiding in each where blooms love;
Nothing great can be gained if yon world dies!
I say rear the world now; never ask when.
Would that you could grasp what in yon world lies!
Conversations With Ghosts
“I do.”
It’s a whisper in the touch of his nose
on mine & the way it collides
with my skin;
how he feels like a phantom even
when he’s within
reach. Then again, he’s never
within reach anymore.
The Supreme Controller’s Mission
And when morning was unfurled,
I did open my eyes to sight
Blueness of the sky so deep and grand
That revealed the Saviour’s power and might.
And I wondered then if there was some site
Where His great vision might never land;
I cognised soon there wouldn’t be light
if He left our little world.
The Storm in the Dorm
Yon day we did feel the nature’s rage
When the city was hit by a storm;
And like puppies in a little cage,
We were locked, confined well to our dorm.
Oh, we heard the thunder’s rowdy dance
That did put us in a wondrous trance.
It’s You
Your voice is music to me,
The kind that makes you wish the song would never end.
I could travel the seven seas within your beautiful eyes,
And to get lost in them would truly be a blessing.
To love a beauty such as yourself is an honor I hardly deserve,
For you bring out the best of me.
Silenced Sound
Could you behold the setting ball of fire a while?
Could you discourse with each hill that’s adorned by snow?
The path we’re treading on will take us one more mile
So we may touch the clouds that move in that destined row.
Oh, when the sky does gain its charm and glow at night;
We’ll wander each lane that reflects the Moon’s light.
By the Water
I’ll sit with you a while my dear
As I often do
Look across the water clear
Turbulent serenity, blue
I’ll sip a morning coffee with you
Watch the passers by
I’ll hold your time written hands
And watch the flocking birds fly
If Rome Didn’t Burn in a Day, Why Did We?
You once told me that you didn’t believe Rome burned in a day because great things don’t fall apart like that. So when you held my hand and promised to hold everything that comes with it―sunshine and storms― I believed in you. I let you in with all the trust I could ever give. You did not rush me with my walls and so I put them down. When you asked about my scars, I told you their stories without holding back the ugliest details, and you kissed them all to heal. For the first time, I felt infinite. It didn’t matter if I would forget writing sad proses, even if that’s what I’m good at.
Thank You!
Should I venture to say please fine
if I forget to say my thanks?
Wish I could my thoughts now define
that pop out like a lava bare.
Autumn Is Beginning
Glimmers sun ours as the day looks bright
though the clouds float like spirits unbound;
Autumn is beginning, for the leaves seem light
hues they sport unclear and unfound.
When I Look Into Your Eyes
I when look into your eyes vivacious,
Behold I all the airs you did cultivate.
I mind days those you were bit flirtatious,
at times hark back to those nights intimate.
Meet the ‘Teachers’ Who Learn From Their Students
‘Autistic kids are very particular about certain things. They want everything to be organised. Yes, they are aloof and they hardly mingle with others, but their innocence is something that moves my heart and soul. Some of them do end up finding good jobs.’
An Ode to My Aunt and Uncle
Remember those weird days when both said tales and all that jazz?
I’d on such nights just laugh and laugh and laugh;
Witty ye both sure are; for both what I wish? Life pizzazz!
What Love Made Me
When spluttered thou hard did not self take heed?
Remember this self calmed thy nerves quite soon.
In thy book you thought this self had no need;
But love suppressed made self a wholesome goon.