Monday, March 31, 2008


A withered flower
Is all brown
Just like the soiled tomb
Of my love.

Burnt in passion
Time is crumpled into
One eternal moment.

Memories turn into cinder
And then they fly.

Friday, March 28, 2008


He lies on the floor
Eyes flung wide open
In search of metaphors
As he is transported
For one last time.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Raining in my heart

The slant rain appears
As a shower of pearls
Against the yellow background
Of lamp light.

The heated longing of the mud
Is cooled off by the rain
And the small puddles are formed
To store the happiness.

I take the road
And walk past the small puddles
To see your image in them

Ah your image!
It hovers still
In my heart
Unwavering with the myriad
Ripples of thought

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Pedestrian Space

Tattering along the street
I grapple for the losing grip.
Amidst the motley of creations
I look for my pedestrian space.

The time's turtle has sped up
In the ether of my mind.
As the space is filled
With some other illusion.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Images are fresh with
Yellowed edges
And in the light
The photo glows
Just like gold.

The checkered background
Of that old studio
The uneven lamp light
Too black, too bright.
Almost rare
In pixeled cut-outs today.

In the inner vault
I would keep this safe
Along with other valuables

So often I would
seek it's company
Till the silver vapour escapes
With the glow in my eyes.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008


I look up to the
Ceiling and see
Hanging threads
To be tied and untied.

Monday, March 10, 2008


This lovely rainbow
Seven colours, seven notes
Infinite images and myriad melodies.

Vigour and violet
One can never forget
A crown to the rainbow
The great arc.

Dark and gaudy, Indigo
Stands out from the others
The shades of dark and light
Reminders of those nights.

The infinite, the blue
Is one with the sky
In merry.

Breathing life into the bow
Is the green
As if crayoned
With some tall trees.

Yellow for the mellow
Always soothing the skies
After the thunder and lightning
And the shower of tears.

All the shades
Wrapped in Orange and
Tied with a Red ribbon
Are just waiting.

Let's lose ourselves.

Sunday, March 9, 2008


Pressed between the past and future
We are a hanging bookmark
Marking the pages as the story turns.

Are we connected to the characters?

Friday, March 7, 2008


We wet the sands
With our passion
The evening heat is
Our kiss

I Quench my thirst
With the drops on her
As the sea dances
To our racing hearts

The waves crash the shore
In a strange jest
As the distant waters
Succeed in their quest

The dusk settles in silence
A desire rises, in the horizon
And the two ends meet.

Thursday, March 6, 2008


The color winged butterfly
Dies in the hands of life.

Little pretty hands.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


The redness in the eyes
Smears the skies
And wavy lines are etched
With vapored tears

Drops of energy
Are drained eagerly into the leaves
Time is marked away
As the orange disk leaves.

A heaven, A hell
The same day, is
Lulled for a while.

A fresh redness
Would form again tomorrow
For it is someone's
Day of sorrow.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Smile please

A sweet little something
Speckles of joy
Freckles of sadness
Clad in all these
A beauty is this life

We are tired , I realize
But lets celebrate life and living
Let's show the darkness its place
Let's sing, Let's dance
This is our only chance

Burying the worries
Let us all smile
And walk that extra mile.


Two roads diverged and I
I sleep at the intersection.

Sunday, March 2, 2008


The bees from the hive
Knock the glass windows
To let them in for light

But letting them in
Would trap them in light
Away from the warmth of darkness
And happiness that they harness.