Venom

Fire and flow of buried emotions
I had commanded to lie still
Gulping down anger
Silencing the rage
I waited time to heal;
They gurgle wildly
In gorges of the heart
Streaming in deadly cascade
Burning lava from hell
Surging from the gallows
All the venom I had held!

Woman

She wears her scars
Like gleaming tattooes
Tangled hues of red
Painted on her skin
Bruises that never bled
Lonely silver trinkets
Mimic sheeny sparkles
Of pensive eyes, as they
Cling to starry destinies,
Fate written in the winds,
Hope acquired over eons
Of pain that will dissolve
With the first splash of rain
When the seasons change

When Oceans Love

All-day, the Ocean wore
A mask of insolence
Buried screams in seashells
Slumbered in indolence
Until an argent Moon
Blooms on the horizon
Garnet waves leap in joy
Lit up with a fiery passion
Wild throes of love
In high tides rise;
Last night was a frenzy
Of agony and despair
Today, it rides again
On thrashing foam
Across the burning sand
In brazen hopes to
Unite with the beloved
Still apart, after eons.

Storytellers

I befriended them
Yesterday’s #ghosts
I roamed around with
Ghouls of the past
I faced them and asked
#Stories, trials, anecdotes
Until I conquered my #fears
For venom cures #venom
They don’t petrify me
That threatened me once
For we all are now #storytellers

Just Revealed

It was the day I forgot my phone
The world revealed itself to me
In myriad hues & varied designs
Sunrays in the branches swayed
Where the beetle & butterfly played
A tiny sprout in a forgotten pot
A loved trinket in a lost spot
A book teased with a cover bright
Flavors, colors burst forth in delight
Silent, my mind & heart rested
Senses opened, Chakras aligned
I just stood still & broadly smiled

Mistakes

Undone mistakes,
Who ever heard
Such a misnomer!
There’s no turning back
From follies made
Flaws embraced
No entry erased
From the script of life
No joy in living so tame;
Heroism runs wild
Courting danger
Almost always in trouble
A spark, a glitter
In eyes that discover
The glamor in being
Incorrigibly mischevious!

Lost Crusade

Crimson as passion
Blood of rebels
Love not of roses
And burgundy wine
But dense and strong
With the spirit of strife.
Will it change the course
Of our human history?
See, how we remain trapped
In the power corridors
Every drop shed, evaporates
Without leaving a trace!
All efforts, a lost crusade!

Being Different

#MoonMystic
In the darkest hearth of my soul
It rears it’s ugly head again
This despondency of
Being different;
Burning realms of loneliness
Engulf me in flames
I blister, bleed;
Sweat, tears of memories
Deeply impressed lies
Like an intricately coiled
Venomous snake in my bed!