waiting ...

for http://dversepoets.com/
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2013/03/poetry-pantry-143.html

How long are you going to wait for him?

The night has fallen. Go home, woman!

There might be a storm.

The dust on the street is swirling

with the stray paper and plastic bags,

night has consumed the signboards, windows;

buses, scooters, flashes have turned around the culvert

and now there’s only a left over sound.

The insomniac night is seeping into the breath of the trees,

the insomniac night is licking the roof,

there’s a strange restlessness in nearby skyscrapers,

night is swallowing the shadows.

Go home woman

 wait for the man, no more.

Go and see

The day that you had left behind

fell asleep waiting for you.

a few remedies ...

If you feel lonely
read a book
or watch an ant,
stand at the balcony
and observe
millions of same story
in different clothes,
you can even think of that person
whom you carry in your brain
like a nagging dripping rain,
listen to the footfall of the day
that had already receded; or
stare at your sorrow.
Your sorrow is a tree that was pulled out
but whose roots had spread all across,
your sorrow is an old photo on the wall
that was removed long ago
but the square imprint remained,
Your sadness is a blood red hibiscus
with a red bud and a red corpse.

And then, suddenly, ... perhaps ...
in the smell of a dovetail autumn wind
or in between your shadow and the soul
you may find peace.

Relation ...

Written for http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/mag-159.html

I am afraid of your scientific mind;

I am frightened

that if you give me finite answers

there would be no space

for hope

for daydreaming

for yearning

for longing

for my search of myself

in you ...

So let it be vague,

abstract,

like eternity

like an ocean; 

Do not try to find the imprints

of moments

of memories;

Let it be the whisper of the waves

amidst all other noise!


 

 

Rain ...

You stayed inside the house
guarding your peace.
But I had nothing to lose
So I came into the rain
and danced to the end of its alley. 

Rain
I didn’t know earlier
that you could have wings
and that I can fly with you! 

Rain
cover my agonizing veins,
whisper me your secrets,
I will collect your words in my palm,
tell me that I am the lover you dreamt of!
Let me touch your toes
and play with your tendrils.
Tell me you have come to lick my sores.
Caress my insomniac moan with your fingertips,
go round around me,
run after me,
settle in me.

Rain
Let me bear you a child.



I will surrender only to the Rain....

... ...

Beloved moments

Please stay;

I am frightened.

What if you aren’t true?

Stay with me,

keep touching,

take my hand and be close.

I am afraid.

Hold me

the way 
near ones hold the dead at a cemetery.

I fear

this moment also might be

 false

like those endless yesteryears

like the uncertain timeless future!

 

Envy ...

Envy - the illogical emotion ... 
written for - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.in/

I swallowed down 

the jaded green colored envy 

that was tossed from under my door

like a love letter, 

and I wondered what’s so green about it!

A dark dismal disturbing jealousy

screamed out from a

 bleeding red and orange flame of pain 

and I struggled to simmer it down

swallow it down

grin it down …

if only I could have forgotten you,

and if only love hadn't been a  fragile origami dragonfly,

I would have heard the sober olive green whispers  

I would have heard the enchanting secret of the magnificent forest green!

If only … 

Sometimes ...

Sometimes,

just like that

I open the suitcase

and unpack that gloomy loneliness

and my moods.

They sleep with me all night

I hold my companionship tight.

Do not call me a lunatic,

say it differently,

call me a poet.

Do not call it a sin

for I loved the wrong man;

say it differently,

call it the unknown error of my life.