What Escape

[Ab tau dar k ye kehtay hein k mar jaein gay,
Mar k bhi chen na paya tau kidhar jaein gay…]

Looking the other way,
Cannot silence,
The perturbing pattering of winter rain.
We must struggle against
More than sight,
When evading realities.
Numb more than skin,
When immersing in illusions.

Thought they had it all figured out,
The near dead –
Them vegetables.

I dread the tale coded in –
Prints upon prints
Of erratic brain waves.

Nov 29th, 2009.

While There is Still Time

[Let the caramel aroma of kindling attraction
Inebriate us,
While there is still time]

While there is still time –
Trace the steady gaze,
Of mysterious mellow eyes
Not discomfited by having been noticed.

While there is still time –
Overlook the staccato glance,
Of twinkling dark eyes,
Embarrassed of being caught.

While there is still time –
Hold hands, long and slow,
Whispering in goose bumps,
The language of touch.

While there is still time –
Farm verses, floral and fragrant,
Weaving a sinuous tale
Of elves and endless love.

While there is still time –
Dance through the night,
Catching flames, flickering tenderly
Within dilated pupils.

While there is still time –
Ramble aimlessly, in the land of
Tall trees and shallow houses
Till a purple sundown.

While there is still time –
Desist your binding caress,
Muffle your heart’s drumming
In that last lingering embrace.

While there is still time –
Curb your writing fingers,
Cease the carving of a name,
On your naïve gullible heart.

While there is still time –
Afford yourself this little mercy,
Before you no longer can…
.
.
.
Let each other go,
While there is still time…

Nov 26th and 27th, 2009.

Where Solitude Failed

What years spent with solitude
Couldn’t manage –
Was to weed out the sturdy roots
Of longing,
The innocent unachievable longing
Of being understood…

Treading the cobbled silences of soul,
Prying, easing out shy sorrows
And gifting them with words –
Hasn’t helped thwart
By an ounce –
That longing.

How cruel a partner,
Despite ages of being together,
Solitude can be sometimes,
Flaunting its many tints –
Searing snowy silence,
Lightless loneliness,
Dark despair.

What solitude couldn’t teach,
Was to merge in its shades.

The curve of her serene features,
You know not;
Nor the hue of those sinkable drinkable eyes.
All you have is a dream,
A patient little wish,
A light that glows and fills you up,
A flame you make from lighting things;
Things un-had
Things you may never live to see.

What solitude couldn’t manage,
Was to dim your dream.

You still catch the glisten,
Of those unknown knowing eyes
In uncast shadows
On moonless nights.

What solitude couldn’t teach,
Was to shutter the sinuous sidewalks
With endless windows opening
Into depths of those dewy dreamt eyes.

What solitude couldn’t manage,
Was to curb the restlessness of your fingers,
Ever-longing for the warmth of proximity.

Where solitude failed
Was in taming the tremor of your touch
As you embrace,
Another dreamt-up angel
In pursuit of fulfilment.

Nov 18th, 2009.

Honey Moon

My wispy hair, like a spider's web,
Obscure -
The reflection of yellow light
From the questionable glisten
In your greedy eyes.

You want so much of this moment,
This moment of love -
It perishes, shrivelling miserably
In the scorch of your glare.

Yet again, I cremate
A parchment with a faded fairytale;
And finally bank the cozy cheque
Of 'guarantee'
In lieu of my hand.

Oct 27th and Nov 5th, 2009.