Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Ochres and crimsons filled
the courtyard noiselessly
while my steps rustle the fallen
I eavesdropped on the
ruffian looking barks
that seldom sway
to monstrous breeze
they appeared confronting
and miffed of a stranger's visit
A snake like path made
of porcelain shards
walked me to a brick wall that is long wedded
to a passage beside
I kept staring at
my ambulating foot
all the way while the mind
kept reeling emotions of a different kind
I looked up expecting you at the other end
So I could run half-way and
you complete it by running into my folded arms

But a fallen ochre-crimson
in the hands of a zephyr hits my face
fluttering between my eyes and lips
before being dragged into the winds play
I sigh, with hands against the hip
and lips half bit I look up,
swearing at the non-existent gods
like spat coming back at you
droplets of rain hit and dribbles down my face
the earth beneath my feet quaffs it
Somewhere in the constant pitter-patter
and curtain of beads of water
comes a steady growing sound of a sandal,
so yours, sloshing,
making little ripples and rivulets
reaching for my heart quicker
making my eyes grow big
And I stand there consumed
by the seconds of
the culmination of my wait!

Monday, August 30, 2010


I miss my addiction to you
the heart writhing pain   
the word choked throat
an empty cloak below   
that changed long ago
squirm, blood and flesh   
of what could have been
you and me and me and you   
still exist in the figment of
my contorted imagination   
Muses walked out on me
for what I did to you   
Now here I am -
a fading ember   
in the company of choppy waters
illuminating your   
dying foot prints!