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...