Moments without You:
Moments without you
Have cute little teeth,
And my heart still tender
My soul still wonders.
For every bite
A flower blooms,
A tear weeps
and Rolls down fragrant,
I taste and my sigh
Flies into an afar sky.
Why do You Love Me? (and other poems)
Moonlight Goosebumps:
Honey,
Through the uneven emptiness
Of these dancing leaves of
Our favorite Kadamba tree,
rain out into me
as cloud soaked
Moonlight Goosebumps
My Grande Dame
I never felt my legs since six,
And ever loved my lake since then
My boat was my cradle
And my lake was my Grande Dame.
Scent of milk
Any fresh day when she sees me
there is a smiling moon floating
in her deep calm eyes.
Sonnet to SPB
You are the sweet mist in my labyrinth
The feast of gooseberry to sweet stream
The letter from the moon to Macbeth
The taste of blueberry with a wild scream
The Secluded Silences.
Temptations are wings
And addiction, the sky.
Ever roosting bats
Never ending hunts in dark
Cloak of Solitude
When her eyes are blank and cold
When there are no ripples of warmth
When they are like a frozen brook in a new moon night
When they look at me still perceive no image
Unsolved Problem
I believe, we all have
one unsolved problem in life.
For a few, that may be a secret
which hides like a grenade in the pocket
Three Dots…
Three dots … were left wounded
awaiting the ‘inevitable sound of death’.
Till recently these three dots … were our lifeblood
Now see, the poor dots are bleeding to death. Continue reading “Three Dots…”
I Have You Only…
When my quaver meets
a premature death in my throat
When I curl up like a Chartreux
I have you only