Broken Lines.

Love sure must be blind
Little wonder
When i shut my eyes- blind
Within me, you, i find...............................................1.



In an orphanage
With a chalk, on the blackboard
A teacher scribbled
"Ma" and "Pa"
Then she was visibly bored
So
She asked her pet ward
To come aboard
The little boy
Scribbled his name
Between, Ma and Pa
Joined the three
With broken lines
His design of the umbilical cord?
But good Lord!
Didn't his plight strike a chord?
He had everyone floored..........................................2.

Leaves- A Crunch

The heart bleeds for the fallen leaves
The crunch under the stomping feet
Bores holes in the heart-a bleeding sieve
Matched by the blood spots
The fallen leaves weaved
On the branches, they bereaved
The yellowing leaves, their edges frayed
The rainbow leaves- nascent flowers of autumn
So subtly they turn a shade
The first shimmering glade
The earth loves to clad
Still the beauty of a garden
And its every withering blade.

Love says, don't fret

It started out as any usual tiff
She sounded miffed
I too acted stiff

The phone calls were the first casualty
The long unending chats started begging for more loyalty
Both were nursing a bruised ego's frailty

The phones were used, only to stare at
The growing silence fed the ego, fat
The passage of time fuelled an innocuous spat
To an acrimonious tit for tat

Wiser heads offered advice
A rendezvous with mates, to thaw the ice
To splint the fractured splice
All of us sat on the beach atop a gneiss

They talked gibberish
With a broken twig, i soiled the white sand, with my usual rubbish
She sat tight lipped, not even a whish
They sat quiet, with grins impish
All this was really very foolish

They gave up and beat a retreat
I bet they were now not so upbeat
We two, were on our feet
So aware and so discrete

She led as we trundled along
She a tad ahead, i, where i belong

The sea breeze blowing in our faces
Her locks flying, hitting my senses
The sensuous incense
Left me sans defense
Was there any point in furthering the lame pretense?

The eyes met
Hers too were wet
Silence was a huge debt
It had seemed such a threat
For words, still, we didn't sweat
Love told us not to fret.................................

Love Reborn.

We decided to play a game, well past midnight
I asked her if she could count from one to infinite
She was a game, try she would, definite
I had her curiosity, ignite

Hand in hand we walked up to the terrace
Full moon night, the moon with a glow on her face
Cool breeze, aflutter the lingerie's lace
She sure matched the night with all her grace

She started, from one
I knew even by dawn, she wouldn't be done
I dropped a hint, for fun
Asked her to count the stars
Voila!
Saw the stars in her eyes, no pun!

She must have reached the umpteen
And the clouds crossed over
Worse they giggled and laughed
Poor thing lost the count
Started again,all over

Just as she had a few to reach the infinite
She hit the moonlight
Stung by the resplendent sight
Her efforts were blight

She was still a game
I had started feeling the shame
She was at it again, just the same
Her belief in me, a freeze-frame

She put all her heart and started again
Her blood shot eyes revealing the pain
As she neared the gain
A star fell from the sky,
A shooting star straight in our lane

The darkness just before dawn
The darkest hour of the morn
Her eyes searching my wish, lovelorn
Mine hopelessly in love, reborn
A love for a lifetime, sworn......................

Sorrow.

Silence holds sorrows better
Words, shall result in the eyes, wetter.

Sorrow weeps for the loss, in the present
Of the delight that was ours, in the past

Sorrows stay longer
Of our hearts they grow fonder
Stay within and yonder

Burn the fuel of sorrows
For the journey of life, ponder
Don't use them
They shall last a lifetime
You shall wonder

A Petitre Interjection.

The postman knocked at the door
A letter,"par avion'', lay carelessly flung on the floor
Instantly, i knew it was yours
For the handwriting are etched deep in the core.

It felt like yesterday
The lump exploded,
I thought i had kept it at bay

The letter felt moist
Had the ink not dried on the letter?
Or your tears had kept it wetter?

It smelt of you- divine
The fragrance replete in every line
It arrived in December
It still had the warmth of your breath
Love was alive and thriving
So was our faith

You said there was mist and fog
The weather was misery agog
You asked me for a bright sun
Assumed, here it was all fun

I sure shall send all the warmth
Of our love in a swath
Ensure the summer in rathe
Strewn with sunshine in your path

Yes, it's bright and sunny
But all is no fun, honey
Can i ask you for a repartee?

Even if there is no intention
(Your love not a contention)
Shall you scribble the fabrication?
I know the facts from the fiction
Yearning, a petite interjection
I shall discern the cloaked accession
From the obvious dissension.......................

A Perfect Murder.

Every bullet leaves a trace
More gruesome a murder, more obvious the face
Every riddle is pregnant with a clue in its maze
The eyes must have vision, just not a dumb gaze

More elaborate a murder, greater the blunder
Set up a murder, sure to flounder
As in life, so in death
Subtlety shall ensure the wonder
From underneath the feet asunder
Shall steal the thunder

A perfect murder?
Must have carcass bleed and wonder
Weren't it luckier?
The sender, a tad kinder
A more gruesome mode, any contender?

Fallen In Love?

The shores seem stretched silence- serene
The sea raucous, roaring- rapturous with rapids

But for all his might
The sea is still not right
Losing to the tidal waves in its fight
Surrenders to the shore
Which makes light
Of the load of the sea and its plight
The mighty waves blight
Be it day or night..............................................................1.



Have you ever fallen in love?
Then how come you still exist?
You'd have lost yourself in her
Try and search for yourself
You shall find yourself, never..............................................2.

Rocking And Alive

Believe your God controls the destiny
But even then everyday, your life is a mutiny
Thank ?, a man is not accused
Of writing it and under scrutiny
Otherwise
Even your God shall not answer the litany......................1.


Ironic, isn't it?
If you drown, then you float
The sea shall fling you to the shore
Dare to swim and go against the tide
He shall drag you mid sea and gloat.....................................2.


While i was alive, they called me naive
Looked around for a place to survive
Have my peace revive
But
The world would connive and contrive

Then i gave up and died
Went to the cemetery
Looked around for an abode
Hoping my fortunes shall now revive
Found the angels standing in attendance
Warned me,"This place is rocking and alive"...................3.

Untouched.Really?

Will someone please ask
These seemingly dry stones?
Are they for real
The stoic sage or the clones?

I don't know ....

So tell me, please
When this water brushes you
And bathes you
Something must be happening to you......
Then how do you remain dry?
Really untouched, are you?

A Folklore.

Yes, the story had to start like this.

Once upon a time, there was a king.It was/ is obligatory for the kings to be whimsical.A whim entered our king's head and he asked his chief advisor to grow him the kind of flowers which had hitherto not been grown-resplendent in color, divine in fragrance and blossoming all year round, a heaven on earth.

The wise man was not deemed wise for no reason.He said that it wasn't for him to grow this,only a true love/ lover could grow it.So he asked the king to send his soldiers around the town to find a true lover.

When the soldiers were told about the mission, they were clueless.The general came forward and told the king that if they were to nab some thieves/ robbers, it would be a cakewalk but this task felt very strange and they did not even know the name or the abode of the true lover.So the wise man was summoned again.He told the general that he knew the name of the person, and it was "True Lover." He further added hat he could offer a clue about the place where the "true lover" lived.According to him, there would be a beautiful bed of spring flowers all year round and there would be lush green trees, peacocks lazing about, cuckoos cooing, springs spraying crystals around, gentle breeze whispering sweet nothings to the trees and the "true lover" would be basking in all this.

Once the orders were issued, the soldiers marched round the kingdom.They nosed around, bullied a bit, sent the sleuths and finally they brought a withered old lady, to the king.She could barely stand, leaning on her crooked stick,she cupped her hand on her forehead and looked at the king and his court.

The king was furious.He demanded an explanation.The soldiers said that the old lady was impossible to comprehend and decipher.But the folks in her vicinity addressed her as "True Lover"... Whenever there was any auspicious event in the kingdom, her house was the first to be decorated. She was the first one to bless the newlyweds and whenever the locals were in strife, they would seek her blessings and the clouds of gloom, dissipated.

The wise man knew instantly that the soldiers had not blundered and he knelt down and touched her feet.The king reluctantly followed the suit.The old lady retreated her steps backwards when the king touched her feet.Then she made herself a little more stable and leaned on her stick, fixed her gaze on the king,"Son, just about the end of the journey now.Have kept the lamp burning all this life. Whenever he would return, he would not have to look for his love.Have kept this patience going and guess have lived the whole life, waiting."

"If my love had returned, i too would have been blessed with a gem at my place.We too would have our own home bred king.Looks a distant dream now, may be too you.But i have seen and lived this dream everyday of this very long life.Have saved the tears only for his return, today you touched my feet and all that came flooding back......"

The stuttering voice had already cracked, the tears welled up in the slits that were once the eyes which had experienced only longing and yearning.The tears, locked hitherto in the deep recesses of her core, found the escape, rolled down and touched the ground.And then the most incredible spectacle unfolded. Wherever the tears touched the earth, flowers blossomed, the colors- resplendent, the fragrance- divine, just as had been commanded by the king..And before the king and his court could recover from the shock, the "True Lover" had collapsed on the bed of flowers she had created for herself- a heaven on earth.

Spring In The Stride.Caught in the midst of a raging spring. The sun twirling his moustache, the brightness, an afterthought-lingering Trees caught half awake, half napping, lazing Tender leaves tickling, now fully alert, yet smiling Bright sun rays piercing the dust, the particles dancing Window bars, no prison, the incandescence bursting Cuckoo feasting on my mulberry tree, incessantly cooing The dogs circling the queen bitch, she, nonchalantly wooing The kittens quasi purposely, pawing and mewing The imprisoned smiles indoors, spewing; spreading, spilling The world suddenly so charming.

The Uniing Wall.

No, you should not have gone away
I had almost learnt to find my way
It was just that you held so much of sway
I could not fathom a night from a day.

Even love knows not its own depth
Until after the separation, you have wept
Didn't the tears scald your eyes?
For even the dead felt the pain when they left

We never allowed even a small distance
Our love shall be the bridge to abridge this great distance
You are the very reason for my existence
Shall break this resistance
Through our love, the truth of our subsistence

This wall between us
Be the link and not a curse
I shall always knock, with love,shall i nurse
Be the silence you choose to remain terse
I shall still hear the love's unspoken verse.

Lost.

Your void, your absence, that gnawing feeling
The being, bare and raw, all layers peeling
Heart wild, aflutter, begging your touch healing
Eyes welling, head reeling, soul wailing
Worse, i, myself, had me failing.

Don't ask how mad, hopping mad
Count the clouds above, that mad
Don't ask how sad, numbing sad
Pore into my emptiness, that sad

Then
The first spring flower bore your name
The fluttering butterfly wings spread your fragrance
The virgin sprouting grass filled me with your freshness
The orange hue of the rising sun had your glow
The twinkling stars winked at me the night
The gushing springs, so reminiscent of your ringing laughter
And the winding path pointed to your dwelling

So
I took the road that led me to your place
Found my lost name at the door
Did the blank paper also have your face?

Insanity-The Bliss.

Sad ! There is no hope for you
You all are so sane...

Cheers ! Oodles of hope and joy for me
And you all call me insane.....

What a pity!
Your sane ways, so full of logic and reason
I think, to a life, that is treason
No humour, no wit
And you call me, a twit.

Insanity may bear little reason
But you bet
Shine and cheer, spread all through the season

The lands and the seas are all in my possession
You worry your heads off for little seisin

Peace and joy, my only mission
Your sane life? So much of fission!

Words To Conceal Thoughts.

Words uttered, only to conceal the inner thoughts
Stillness preferred, stoic, face head on, the dangers fraught
Lit a lamp, to discover darkness underneath, a reality much sought
Laugh aloud together, the damn tears harass a lot...........................

.......1.


There isn't enough love around
Blessed are we, love is what we've found
With you around, i shall cover the lost ground
Our love shall make the world go round...................................................2.


Strange isn't it?
Walking together, we tripped on each other
So aware and conscious not to tread on the other
So, i walked alone
Walking alone was so easy, moved unhindered
Vision and path not tinkered
Till got entangled in own feet
Alas!
The beauty of togetherness squandered.....................................................3.

Dream.Lost And Found.

Was lost in a dream, had found the bliss
The eyes wide shut, sure not to miss
A trance so deep, almost death reminisce

Divine slumber in the lap of night
Surrendered to the stillness sans a fight
The eyes shut, drained of all light
Suddenly, what was that? A flight, fright or fight
Reality struck with all its might
My dream, lost- was blight......

Did you come across it?
Please return, it's mine
Wouldn't be any use, not thine
For me, it's sacred, my shrine......

Asked East, it pointed to West
Asked North, said South was the best.
Went to the woods, said you won't find it anywhere in these nest/s
Looked at the skies, someone yelled from the heavens
"Big deal, this is every one's dream
I thought yours was different"
Sheepish, turned to the earth
Overheard-"Of fools, here, there is no dearth"

Lost and tired
Heart, in dejection, mired
Shut the eyes, imagination fired
Nestled within was the dream
All decked up prior to pyre...................