Friday, December 18, 2015

Heartwarming Winter!

Good morning,
fog and frost...
A bit I struggle,

the hazy dreams,
then snuggle,
hide my face from
the cold stares of
a winter morning sun.

There, I find warmth
in the heart

that sings my lullaby
these nights so long.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Young Son

The father,
a man,
the alpha of their world,
sweats and toils,
scavenges for twigs,
dry leaves
and some spirit
to light up
their lives...
For the son, angry,
will set in a bit.
The sun will leave his home,
chasing flesh,
in the dark recesses
of his fiery
red mind.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Blurry Love

Can’t wipe it clean,
my vision,
to fathom the girth of
the pillars,
the depth in 
those bleary eyes
that watch over me;
I guard ’em too.
But they look distant,
I strain my neck, I can’t see...

The morning mist
smudges my roots
as I fight lethargy,
and a stiff ego,
to look back and capture
the trio shimmer in
the golden yellow
wash of Sodium.
Much before the gold
showered by the sun 
reach a shopaholic town,
it’s Onam.

I leave in haste n waste,
as the blurred 
image of my genes
remind me of karma,
of honesty,
of the simple beauty in love.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Ode to Longing

I long...
I long to

slip and fall,
walking the tear-washed
green carpet,
sprouted overnight,
through many a
long nights, in fact;
too long,
I long...

To fall...
Run home in the rain,

wiping my tears
and muddy pride,
to the hot brew
in a steel bowl,
it's always steamy,

ready for me
on a cloudy day;
the fall...

I long...
For I am
too sure-footed to fall
in these insignificant puddles;

have too little time to cry,
too much of anger
to fear the stare
from those eyes
that taught me to love;
to LOVE...

Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Night Rain

The droplets on
your neck
glow in the dark,
sway with the tunes,
I wipe the trickle
with my lips.

It rained,
in a dream,
on the balcony,
cleansing the tan;
all white and misty
when the morning
rays overwhelmed
the red, scented candle
I left burning,
by our bed, last night.


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Bad Son

Like the helpless
roots I crush,
with her gift,
they bleed tears
for the deceased,
my soul...

Boiled and strained,
a pale, lifeless
piece of ginger;
it adds spice,
yet the bad son leaves;
a bitter taste, all that's left...

That bad son
I can never be,
but the bad son,
indeed, I really am!

Pic courtesy: One Bad Son, Canadian rock band

Friday, March 20, 2015

The Hatchback of Notre-Dame

As I reached
the climax,
as the cadence of
my sonnet picked up
for the final yards,
I could see the
insignificant cabinet ministers, 
honking and coercing
their hatchbacks to work;
in sorry solitude, 
moored in sombre delusions, 
secluded from the love
only an early morning
spring sun shares.

Hunched over a
wheel of less fortune,
towards Notre-Dame,
from Tuglak's ruins,
towards false promises...
The forgotten
ugly bastards
of a Millenium City.


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Legacy Doodles

There is a time
when time itself  
stands still. 
Long enough 
for us to kneel 
and draw doodles 
on the loose sand 
while out for a tan.  

On a beach 

we paint our legacy, 
build skyscrapers, 
a few dreams; 
and let time, after its siesta, 
blow its storm to prove again 
that it's ashes to ashes, 
dust to dust!
Pic: Wikipedia

Monday, March 09, 2015

Ode to Insomnia

No, awake I was,
I strained to hear
ye breath in the darkness,
awake I remain...

Into the sleep patterns
I knock n enter,
I mock n leave,
For sleep is death,
death of love,
I fear death...