That butterfly fluttering, strutting,
moved around us, bringing colour.
Despite the mundane
You and I believed in it,
believed it will bring magic
of togetherness and love.
The strange thing about love is
even when you disagree
you figure out
how to dance wildly!
I have been worried for long.
I worried about
A tad salty, a pinch tangy
a whole lot of sugary
alluring layers waiting to melt in my mouth
the tender softness of white skin at the tip of my finger
taste buds tingling desperately to savour
a death by delight.
As I bent down to see the triangular shape
that cheesecake on my plate
is way more desirous than that First Apple!
I, the resplendent Eve,
do not need the serpent’s temptation
as those intense cheesy layers
with the dash of that caramel adventure
and my eager tongue
O purest joy, and
my craving for oneness!
Sitting across, I couldn’t tell you that
I wanted it all
despite calorie count and repeated
"no, it’s yours, you, please have it all ... oh no, I don't want it" -
and you smile and believe me, and candidly pop in a chunk.
I watched you toss it in your mouth, eyes closed in satisfaction
oblivious about the flash of hatred chilling down my spine!
How easy it is to pretend and hide that roughest, insane desire!
Today again I woke up with you in my head
My brain humming with your drumming laughter
I hear a cracking sound as you open the door and come
in
My veins are filled with your warmth
The silence within me is vibrating with your seeking
The fireflies between my fingers glowing warm, again …
And I knew, given a chance
I will love you all over again
And, I will betray you the same too…
#coffeecupandpoetry series
A drumbeat goes on in the head
and a nagging slow wailing of mourners
humming in my blood vessels
there's a burial in my head
I see the sound of silence as your face moves
swinging in the motion of the coffin carried by men
your feet, pale and dark, outside that white shroud, familiar!
as I sit beside the fireplace, sipping wine
I don't see you standing behind the curtain
watching over me
you were not there yesterday
even today you are not there
and I wish you would go away
that crawling shadow
and a sudden chill in the room
you were not there yesterday
Again today you are not there
and I wish you would go away
a strange silhouette taking shape, like yours
a sudden stench of death in the room
and I struggle to peep into your eyes in the darkness,
to check
whether they hold the same shock
like that day
when I lightly pushed you to death from the terrace floor.
1.
Sadness is both of you sitting at the farthest corners, engrossed watching a love story
Sadness is closing your eyes, counting till 10, hoping for the phone call at the end of the count
Sadness is the stubborn square mark on the wall even after the photo frame is removed
Sadness is you build a night, warm ember flecks seething, but instead end up piling words flung carelessly at each other
Sadness is when a poem is entangled in the chest like a butterfly yet when you pen it down there's this same dampness between its alleys
No not sadness, a quietness has taken over
A quietness waiting for another beginning
Let it be!
***
2.
Between my shadow and the soul
I had thrown a few seeds
and now it has grown into a tree!
Its roots crawling into me
like a stubborn childhood
branches taking shapes
wrapping around gingerly like a lover's arm,
and a nagging cricket hum,
as real as the darkness of a rice-pot in a poor man's hut!
And I continue to pretend to be free.
***
3
With age, it's getting easier to delete.
I have deleted nostalgia, the embarrassment of memory.
I've deleted those lakes, trees, and the aroma of tea.
Receipt of the funeral ticket, condolence messages are deleted too.
Also, to delete the warmth, those breakfasts and the rides together, with age it's getting easier!
Only thing is, it would have been easier still, if the Sun isn't deleted too!
