Canvas

On paper cloudsAnd cotton windsDreams danceOn wishful wingsOf burnt sunsetsMelting sherbetsBerrylicious stainsOn azure vistasSilken summonsFrom opal skiesWith fluid colorsA painted sunrise

Spectre

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

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”

Traveler

Take me to apple orchards,For walks in lavender fieldsShow me colors so idyllicMake me forget darknessOn the road and in my destiny!Adorn me with terracotta jewelsTrinkets of clay, as sublime, fragileAs my soul that will discardAll that seems so precious today!

Tempest of Hate

Frenetic winds of chaosBlowing in our faceAn ever-growing frenzyThrowing us in a dazeStunned, a few wonderAt this tempest of hate;Where did we learn toSpeak in tongues falseWrite in crooked waysWhen did we go silentAnd chose to turn away?Is there hope stillFor truth and trust,To recover our lexicon,Or all is lost in this storm?

Addiction

My mind melts, like ice on sherbetUnder a pink moonIn a summer glazeA resolve that breaksA resilience that failsPoison on the rocksTrickling into nooksGolden liquid, crimson tearsSoothing with shallow intoxicationPain of the mind, not of the soul!

Balancing Act

I am wandering, wonderingHow to balance lifeTo surrender or striveTo capture the momentOr let the memories fly by!In the space between thoughtsWhere I often feel lostI am seeking answersTo saunter, gallop, or stop?

Wrinkled Memories

Time after timeI return to the gladeOf joyous thoughtscapeSilver dandelionGolden sunraysAroma of a picnic lunchLove notes in the basketIn windswept lettersOn fragile paperGossamer storiesOf loving, leaving, longingBlowing in the breezeWith yellow petalsWrinkled memories

Anxiety

Rescue me fromThe web of cerebrationCrushing my innardsClutching my heartMaddening my soulWith another boutOf stifling anxiety!Thoughts growingLike tendrils within meSqueezing, squishingBody, spirit, inside outSquirming in my brainTwisted imaginationTriggering a volcanoOf anguish fear, guiltThe demons they win;Primeval joy, lost in the din!