Stumble

i shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place...
bt then again, had it been a calculated step --
why would they call it a fall...

before the idiocy could restore itself
mie invisible wings have had already
set sails in your breeze
and mie senses were lost
like a toddler in the woods
giving in unknowingly
to the tantalizing lure
that was perhaps owned by someone else...

you're too true to be owned --
the one, from whom the flowers borrow their colors
and the birds owe their songs
and the hopeless romantics draw fodders;
she can't be owned, i thought stupid

yet the late realization dawns upon me and i feel
i shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place...
bt then again, had it been a calculated step --
why would they call it a fall...

Desert Rain

the ochre of the sands was a gift 

from the rain shadows they said;

they also said the infertile sands

could only taste the grains of salt.

yet, i was bound to be fallen...

blame it on the twinkle of her eye

or the tantalizing lure of her lips so sultry -

despite her choices, prior reservations 

or even the bond with another man,

the sudden bringer of mie joy

also brought along the sly sunken storms and 

affections so arid for mie heart...

and, i kept thinking -- 

sometime somehow the love will sing

and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain

someday somewhere just the two of us

will drench n dance in the desert rain...

life resonated the sands of time.

and the clock stood still 

in the everlong quest for an oasis

and the longing chase for a mirage so blissful.

just as the clouds could never befriend

the 'pure sister of the ocean' and kept away

yet staring and denying the concerns to the self...

the rattlesnake in mie conscience forgot to sleep,

taken unaware and unknowingly, kept storing 

the green venom on the tip of its dry tongue

as it waited, perhaps for the last kiss

incapable of fighting the trapped heat in the sands...

and, i kept thinking

sometime somehow the love will sing

and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain

someday somewhere just the two of us

will drench n dance in the desert rain...

life rejoiced the dusts of fall.

and the loner's fake attachment to his loneliness,

doped in the intoxicating whiffs

of the prickly pears and brittlebush scrubs...

the routine rambles in the cold of the moon

killed the dreams of the rustle of palm leaves,

and the tinker ringing of the neck-bells

mixed in a symphony of camel bleats 

and the childish howl of a coyote pup at a distance.

like the trust of the lonely bird migrating across the dunes, 

to perch on the saguaro when it needs to rest its wings,

the indomitable craving does no die...

and still, i keep thinking

sometime somehow the love will sing

and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain

someday somewhere just the two of us

will drench n dance in the desert rain...

A Wrong Call

it wasn't that, to fall was not mie trait
i've had tumbled times before...
just this time alone, i bet to deal
to attempt a false no to the truthful lure...

Delusions

just another of the many aimless wanders

amidst the crowd of unknown faces and

dodging the envelopes of familiar whiffs

and untrue attemps of hearing oneself

- the songs of the soul

then the neon glows and the thunder beats

of the starless party nights and

succumbing to the dogmatic conversations

just to sympathize the nerves in spirits

- the clutters of the conscience

the end of a nightmare and slumber's farewell

with choir of the darkness beside the window

flirting with the lazy lonely crack in the pane

and kisses of the sinking mercury in the breeze

- the rejoice of a day's prologue

the envious ecstasy in the chosen mundanes and

the cold crimson's race to the beloved abattoir

prancing hapless to the zest of a loner's love

just another of the many ambitious wonders

- the denials to the self

Nectar

just a glimpse
and all mie pride of being with myself
was tantalized and tossed
in an air of pamper
in the twinkle of a smile

dunno when the first glance
became a habit of worthy laziness
staring idiotic at the screen
took me unaware and
perhaps, made me addicted

addictions were never good
they told me, 'ey even told me
to hold mie dreams
some said fantasies are so old school
and the hapless romantic in me just smiled


the snap deciphered the droplets kissing your cheeks
and the wind playing with your hair
indeed a moment well captured
but, you'll never know
it kept drenching me everytime i came in front of you
and time froze itself again and again


true, i've had not known her ever
true, she might definitely have other reservations
true, it's probably a farce
i'm enacting, which she'll never come to know
but also is true, a little too intoxicating is her grace

can't deny, she's the first of her kind for me
can't deny, she's way too beautiful to be owned
can't deny, mie senses console 'emselves
saying the day is near
but, there's also no scope to deny
"i've possibly had fallen for her"

lores have the midsummer nights passing
or, the dark knight rising for himself
at least that gives enough a reason
to an wordsmith like me
to pen down what it feels

testimonials galore, love is blind
and may be deaf too
but, twas time for me to assure mieslf
let's make it dumb
just as evidently i've been sounding
for the last so many words

now, once you've got me started
you'll have to bear with me
even if you never get to know who i was
how come, with what kind of a gifted audacity
i dared to think i knew you

i'm not a stalker mie lady, never i was
am way beyond that, you made me so
never bothered to tell you that i stare at you daylong
never sought your permission to talk about you
to mie 'n' number of friends anytime of the day
and you, despite all this -- keep smiling

as crazy it sounds and however mie heart pounds
i hope the day comes keeping behind
the juxtaposed truths and denials
and i get to see you smile just one more time
outside the static imagery
in your own tender fingers
raising me a toast of the ambrosia

Farewell

behind the veil of changing seasons
am a wasted foetus of mieslf.
restlessly dead , imprisoned a birth,
succumbed justifiably to a clean murder...

the cosmos swings to tunes destructively tranquil
a lingering perfume, fragrance of the death feathers
hopelessly numb, sarcasm a lifeless living,
slept jingoistic a sulken folly...

mie heart consoled itself
with a dream for a rebirth
as the unanswered questions
kissed the flying dust...

and wrapped in a wishful mockery came deceit
loved your lips in an unassured lust of mie defeat...

farewell sweetheart
goodbye....

Be It a Loving Disdain

when conversation seeks a companion
i wish your breath on mie chest
when the persuasive suicidal instints jive
let your "miss you" calm mie zest

when the traits decipher outlaws
i wish your care calls me a tribe
when the arduous lunatics in me dance
let your "U're crazy" be mie bribe

when afffection seeks a partner in crime
i wish your smell lingering right behind
when the audacious devil wants to love
let your sweet submission make it blind

when idiocy tantalizes a plunged intellect
i wish your curled brows rectify the same
when the loner in me pines for lovelessness
i want to hear you calling by mie name...

The Happy Loner

harvesting happiness is an old orchard's mockery.
the life, we seldom live
with an everlasting dream of a future perfect
never cease to be...
thoughts coincide, feelings collinear,
be it you or be it me...

loving loneliness is an old lover's accepted travesty.
the loss, we barely long for
with a jeopardizing assurance of the closed one
always being by the side...
smileys laugh, emoticons die,
the moment it's taken for a ride...

Me

an empty road and a floating cloud

a murmered whisper and a death-like proud

that's me...

a tidy desk and a twisted phone chord

a bustling office and a loner so odd

that's me..

a rumbling thunder and the hustle of leaves

a linography-knife and a couple leather sheets

that's me...

a floating stream and the silence of pebbles

a consolation from her and the love-lost fables

that's me...

an empty canvas and some colour-dried brushes

a swinged away mood and some heart-less crushes

that's me...

Splash

lust is the colour of red

with a pocketful gore

autumn's quest for orange

kiss the fall adore

yellow, a playful sunshine

mie toys and her dirty skirt

envy, with a garment green

teal a steal watch me flirt

trust the blue and a sky

rests wisdom down the sea

heels of purple a teenage girl's

"to be or not to be..."

wealth of gold, the happiness sprout

glare the torn rags tale

stacks of hay or talks of gray

maturity, a pearl in its shell

ethereal affair or a barbie's dress

pink, the hue of style

earth for a reason has the fodder brown

for us to walk an extra mile

cloak of death, a big bang hole

or, for it be a mail, a list

scary shadows the ghosts of past

all shades in one, a tricky heist

all that's pure, fresh and good

gift of peace ain't charity

the rainbow clubbed, and a careful wish

life, kiss, colors, love brevity...

An Absent Darkness

the gossip of the shadows -
decipher her presence
behind a veil nearby...


the conscious subliminal
chivalry tantalizes the wait
for the home-coming winds...


the colour of the greetings
rejoice her smile and a care
that doesn't meet the eye...


the prophecies murmur rejection,
as few more unforeseen raindrops
patter on the shields...