Hidden, unspokenBehind a facadeOf the daily grindChores to keep the mindAway from the surgeOf emotions unheard.Latent they layWaiting for the dayTo capture their preyRip apart the semblanceOf holding it togetherStronger they growThe more you ignore!
I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country. I see darknessBloom from withinSprouting like deadly fungiAsphyxiating our breathKilling our sensesWith neon dosesContinue reading “Despair”
I see the blossomIn your hair witherFrom morn to duskThe petals are nowBrown as twilightIn the evening trainBack from work
They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!
Addicted to chaosI enjoy the rumblingsOf thunder houndsGathering in the horizonPromise of a stormIn the dark clouds;The Devil howlsA clarion callFor rain to descend;In torrents, in the slushI am one with the anguishOf nature, floodingDrifting, breaking
Flowers in the wild
All crimson red!
On paper cloudsAnd cotton windsDreams danceOn wishful wingsOf burnt sunsetsMelting sherbetsBerrylicious stainsOn azure vistasSilken summonsFrom opal skiesWith fluid colorsA painted sunrise
This entire mental conversation was taxing because it was one-sided. She wanted to know why they were together and why they parted – and because he was the one who took both the decisions – why did he do it? She could concoct her own answers, place her own argument but she wanted to hear his story.
Did the strings breakOr the melody die outWere they so complexThe words and the sounds?Composing emotionsDid you fall into the trapOf raking up memoriesKept under a wrap?Now here’s a whimperThere a mad laughterGrief from the pastRises in dark spectre!
Gulmohar trees swayingIn the summer heatTawny branches burstingWith fiery flowers,Crimson petals carpetingThe gray gravel roadGleefully picked upFor sword fightsWith tender stamens;The tiny tip breaking freeIn innocent gamesLosers none, all winners be!Green sepals becomeFake nails in child’s playIt is all beautiful, speckledLike colors of tomorrow!A burst of tanginessTingling the soul,Children head homeChewing sepals, petals;Just a flower,Continue reading “Gulmohar”