Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Shy Blue Hydrangea

If life is a book
 you'd be those fragrant pages
that when opened
 scintillates all senses
words jump around in joy
 pictures form strips of
movie reel that sucks one
 back in time.
At times I wish,
 that you were real
At times I wonder,
 if you were born of a zephyr.
I chuckle at the thought
 that the sounds of silence
that fills all around me
 are the children that I have fathered
with you, for I know
 they grow in on me
Oh no, I am wrong,
 you are none of those.
Azure Hydrangeas,
 Those shy blossoms
are what you are
 That grows and fills
a winter-struck garden in my head
 A place that I peep inside
every day a little,
 but more so this day, every year.
Just to be hit by the lip-wrecking
 cold breeze coming from the garden (in my head)
Where you stay in full blossom and young
 despite all the old I grow and all the Grey I get...

Monday, November 11, 2013

Faith in Eighth

10 years since the day you said
what no words could describe the way I felt.

Lot has changed since the day you spoke.
Our wants, needs and lives have forked

You may remember that day as a passing thought
or worse the day could pass without a spark

Nevertheless I present you a gift
of uncelebrated anniversaries wrapped
in glossy imbibed emotions with
glitters of accepted silences
and a tag of unwritten moments

that,

will never be opened,heard,spoken or said

110803-110813

Saturday, June 22, 2013

The World is ending this Year they say
Did you hear that
It is a week and four days before
the supposedly apocalyptic date
Weak after a dull year
I pen this to be posted
so you could read this someday,
month or years after or be read
and have a laugh at the scary thought
of the sky falling and earth devouring
all living and beginnings to a cataclysmic end
What a farce all this may seem to few and you
like me who hath lost some and gained some
in a life aplomb with events
with less or no control o'er any
if it has to happen it will
right under our noses
safety, cautions and preparations
won't suffice then
Life like love has to end
naturally, as nature's ally or as nature's folly
Be sure to throw away your reasons
for not loving back anyone ever
like a slithering pebble thrown
at the face of calm still waters
that is fated to find farthest
depth to be forgotten..

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Train to London

Train to London Bridge
Had you standing by the door
lost in your dailies
oblivious to graze of me eyes sore

that's yearning for a look,
and a smile perhaps
Look up love with the warm glow
teasing your auburn hair

your daisy printed top's folds
the somber scarf and the
insouciant looking bag
tease me for the proximity they hold

I caught those coy curves
at the corner of your eyes
and at the end of your lips..
as your pages turned

Causing me to restlessly flip pages
on the daily in my hand
in a hope to figure 
what made you smile

I know you would not believe
if I told you I heard bolero play
every time you adjust the hair behind your ears
plucking a string in my heart

It was loud enough
to make the guy next to me frown
and pull his feet from under, mine, trust me
others would have heard it too

Where is the signal that causes delays
and crowded platforms when you need them
that would otherwise hold
the train from reaching on time

So I could moor the hands of time from moving
to share the same space
with a stranger in a train to London,
by the door..