Free Spirits

Let's chase our shadows with four amorous bare foots,
Let's jump over the restraining villain fence,
And fall if we may in the process.
At least the tender laughter we share after the fall
Would makes the crushed grass beneath us
Blush and look away in flushed bashfulness.

Mirage

I, the charging waves of the wild grey sea.
You, the intimidating solid rock on the golden shore.
In leaps and bounds I would come forth to touch you,
Slowing down only to diminish in size, meekly slide away and perish.

I, an admirer from a distance, a stranger up-close.
You, the oblivious star of my life through and through.
Oh I am everywhere you are, everyplace you go.
Yet to the star-lit night, the light of the day exists not.

At night, you whisper into my ears promises of fidelity to me.
Just as the autumn leaves speaketh to the winter snow.
You gently brush my crimson cheek with your lips and steal away,
And I know you came, I know you were here.

Because, when the morning light awakens me
from my chimera,
All I know is that
My tasted cheek is still wet from last night.

Phoenix

A forbidden story of stolen glances,
An unforgivable rebellion of stealthily-read books,
A chastened regret of lost chances,
An acquiesced voice to silencing looks.

Shrewdly smothered, the wondering murmurs of curiosity,
To eradicate any latent buds of tabooed propensity.
Then a flood of demarcating constraints of acceptability,
Like Seeta's limiting line of fire, stepping out - an impossibility.

Her veiled face, an attempt to portray lack of inquisitiveness,
The burning need within those sheaths of blurring vision.
Lessons learnt with submissiveness,
To add salt and spices with astute precision.

Pilfered hours of mutinous indulgence,
Of ventures into untrodden paths,
The intoxication of self-discovery,
Ushering in divine depths of intelligence.

Centuries of such similar chronicles later,
She rises up from her ashes like a phoenix.
Yet even after countless strides of triumphant conquests,
The world still seeks to be her violator.

Hand in Hand

rising sun,
chirping feathers,
a vernal home in unconscious beatitude.

two young hands
clasped in one another,
their footprints side by side,
carefree, vibrant and spirited,
their imprints resolute,
their love unbending.

zenith of noon time light,
a rustle of flapping wings,
sanguine house wrapped in domesticity.

of busied hands in toil,
of a tiny hand in loving care.
of scampering toddler feet observed with glee,
of a growing up of three.

setting sun,
shadowed silhouettes in twilight,
a greying home reclining into its enveloping foliage.

of graduation caps and gowns,
of tempers, tantrums and turmoils,
of certificates endorsing achievements.
of fiery proud moments,
of august, gratified faces.

surfacing moon,
twinkling darkness escorts in silence,
the little old home smiles in toothless charm.

two ancient hands
clasped in one another,
their veteran footprints side by side,
each supporting the other,
their imprints, perchance not so firm,
But their love unbending as ever.

Veil of grey

Whispering shades of grey,
Clouding reason in blinding layers.
Misleading whispers wafting in and around,
Right and wrong, truth and lies,
Gnawing into each other, self-extinguishing.

The melody of honesty disperses into the night sky,
Fragmenting itself into a cacophony of deceit.
Budding blooms of pristine innocence,
Trodden upon, wiped out purposefully and wholly,
To be clothed in murky curtains of grey henceforth.

The universal cloak of pretense,
That which is woven with the fabric of deception,
Spouting falsity with the ease of breath,
The narcissistic cloth has ingrained itself into skin.
Pretentious face and I, now blindingly one and the same.

Transience

Withered petals of yesterday's bloom,
I'm no longer a nascent bud now,
Nor a floret in its full splendour,
I lie on the ground in spent glory...

While young and resplendent,
My loveliness admired,
My fragrance smelt in content,
My ephemeral hour of exaltation.

But time purloined my season,
Brought with it tempestuous breeze,
I could no longer stand to reason,
My life's cycle brought to a dismal cease.

Random thoughts at the airport boarding lounge...

A milieu of disquiet and edginess,
Footsteps echoing of purpose some,
Others of serendipitous expedition.
Destinations myriad, but for now, all together.

Few faces betraying anxiety,
Few others casual boredom out of monotony,
Some others revealing blatant curiosity,
Their curiosity bordering on the insolent...

Occasionally resonant voices make disclosures,
Some then get up and leave to the gates,
And though strangers they are to me,
I knew them for some time, while we waited...

Transient strangers, all so differing from each other,
Yet all so alike in their reason for being there...
Some alike in going, some in coming,
The rest alike in earning their living.

Young and old,
The businessman and the teacher,
The oppressor and the oppressed,
The tyrant and the benevolent...

Yes, they were all there.
All of us bound together temporarily,
Whether we wanted to or not.
And though strangers they were to me,
I knew them for some time, while we waited...