An Answer

a glitter in her eyes was enough

for me to strive

till mie last day...

the wait wasted steer

was foolish and naive

learnt it late

and that too the wrong way...

an unjust smile on her lips

made me read --

the idiotic aimlessness

behind every

ambition;

the symbiotic juxtaposition

behind every

separation...

the embedded symphonies in

silence;

the warranted willingness in

refusal...

an unjust frown on her face

made me read --

the complex simplicities

behind every

truth;

the rigid reservations

behind every

freedom...

the wishful victories in

a defeat;

the implied questions in

an answer...

Hidden Times

some stale memories mimic

tattered fishing nets...

the more i try

to hold back the trouts,

they keep slipping by

and present themselves infront

of mie mirror of wisdom

to mingle with old doubts...

Once, not so long back...

her smile was a mirage painted

on mie favourite wall

in the castle-like cave

i had built up in the air

her voice was an erhu in motion

in a blissful symphony

orchastrated for a divine melody

kissing the soul of the departed

closer to his own heaven

her smell was a scent fetched

in an unknown blue orchid

on the edges of a blunt plateau

i had been so many times in mie dreams

her love was a grasshopper's leap

from one blade to another

with the same overused lie

and a faking thirst begging for

life till the time's end

Sometimes Forever

sometimes rain, fights amongst the clouds

your sky - a stealth in the sunshine

sometimes night, kisses of the moon

your love - a trapped liberty of mine

sometimes memory, worthless chase undesired

your time - a never-ending knock on retentivity

sometimes light, deaths spelt on fireflies

your dark - care and fears' voiced amity

sometimes tune, rumble of the bonds

your flesh - a resonance utmost shy

sometimes shame, tranquil conflicts of the soul

your eye - a corner for my doubts to die

Jaggerish

• i can't dance

• but, i do prance

• and, i prance like a filly

• yeah i know

  it looks so silly

• it should be

  called like a colt

  but, am no thunderbolt

  
  

  i can't fly

  but, i am sly

  and, glide like a jet

  yeah i know

  it looks like a bet

  it should be

  called like a stone

  but, am no black fat drone

  
  

  
  

Shame

a jittery sound

makes the virtues drown

a slippery ground

rests the successor's crown

and

the brook keeps taking birth from the puddle

a felony voiced

moans the unheard noise

a desire poised

casts the doomed choice

and

the crook keeps cursing the cuddle

[may wrath befall those spineless creatures who forget 'eir mum's nurture as a child, 'eir dame's love as gift of a girl-child -- who think success only comes in the form of a boy, an able successor...]

The Tempest - a tribute

pity held hand with hatred

blush befriended tantalizing shame

winds raped the sails masted

yaught ain't an angry ocean's dame

[NB: Hope, the mortals who has sincerely read The Tempest written by William Shakespeare will perhaps understand the choice of words and implications they convey. Regards.]