living ...

 Parsley, spinach, celery or lettuce;

get those green leafy ones;

they are good for health.

If you can’t buy, just pluck them

 from here and there.

Soak for a while in hot water

drain and dry

and you would be able to smell the

apple-green freshness.

Tear off the part that disturbs.

Sit gingerly,

 segregate the good and the rotten ones

with deft fingers dancing in a mysterious grace.

Snip off the blackened part

Split the spoilt edge

Slash away the bitter stem

And slit the thickened chunk.

Just a dash of salt n pepper

and sprinkling of sauce n oil;

Celebrate the union

and it’s magnetism in a bowl.

Eat them with rice or bread

Or even raw if you fancy.

Or else, feed them to a cow;
it will bring a li'l change
in the whisper of a breath,
in the echo of a smile
take a chance and just see.

Find a place in the soil and plant your destiny.

Water it with your own hands and

let a creeper of hope grow.

Pluck and fold the dreams neatly

clean it

clear it

and keep them fresh.

Find the corner under its shade and

 scream if the pain does not heal, and then

dump the rotten part

drown the noisy drum

straighten the uneasy bend

smoothen the roughened bounce.

Remember to eat well your leafy green vegetables.

My predestined lover ...

 I could only see the jaded green frame of the window.

Dust has settled along the pane.

Once upon a time, there used to be a face of a beautiful woman

whose eyes were hungry with hopes of tomorrow.

But now

There is a strange eerie silence in the darkness behind.

And then, suddenly, on that day as I looked up,

hoping to see the same uncanny blackness,

 I saw Death; his shadow

perched on the windowsill.

Death had dropped in for a chat, on that day.

He wore the same rugged look and

 was dangerously handsome with his locks

 that were as tangled as my existence.

When I told him that he is Emily’s lover and

it would be a sin for me to come close to him

He laughed in his usual baritone voice

 that was irresistible and

 I found a thrill in this adultery!

He wanted to know, why I keep resisting him.

Why I fight the battle that eventually would be lost?

He smiled, and I knew at that moment

he would come to meet me now and then

till I surrender. And eventually we would be together

and it is going to be an insane love affair.

Death, my predestined lover,

I knew at that instant

 I would throw away morality and caution like shabby old clothes

 to live those dizzying moments with you.

Clasping concern with one hand

gagging conscience with the other

I will come to your arms with a readiness of a rain drop

that rushes to kiss the Earth.

But

Till then let me breathe the splendour of an airborne acrobat.

Till then let me kiss the roasted golden Sun. 

Let me whirl and pirouette in a tango

with my brittle thoughts and unborn hope.

Let me be the lover of rain and bear him a child.

Till then let me try remaking life

with swatches of stolen memories.