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..

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Virgo's Love

In our own ways we trod and 
the gaps between us fills 
with myriad of events making 
us different as people, to people 
See, we found love finally,
in the hearts of 
a Virgo!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Day in Life

He (The Sun) lit my face again
between the cracks of my crushed curtain
  that's still playing my favourite dreams - I decide,
  to pause it to play them later tonight.
He crossed the bricks and headed down the park
exposing alleys and lives in his chutzpah
  I start out to make a living
  sandwiched in the tram by the crowd unforgiving
familiar faces seldom speak or smile
used to this life, been living awhile
  faces around - long and forlorn
  march to the faceless Piper's song
It is mid-day and streets are awash with sweat
Our stink and odour causes the Sun to retreat
  I walk, cutting through the Park in the laps of dusk
  Creaky, unoccupied Swings ebb to stop, so settling dust
growing shadows and the sepia tone
disappear into dark corners of the down-town
  I am now by the bedside window to preside
 a charade put up by Stars about our lives..
In the intoxication of sleep I bemoan
about the infidel moon that'd soon leave me alone..

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Belong to the tree.. no more

Wilderness take me over
bury me between the thickest
blanketed by the dews

Wilderness take me over
from the hands of maurading breeze
to the silent flotsams by the cove

Wilderness take me over
as composed Autumn's song when I
swivel float to join fellow composts..

Seeking Buddha

A picture
of million leaves
in my head
with crafted veins
shaded green.
At it's center
upon a mound,
a calm, glowing someone sits.
The imagery and the tone changes
to barks, twigs
bubbles and smoke
in all, at its center
it is that someone I seek.
In all those forms, the formless
stays, smiling slight
at my form through
his besotted sight.
There's a
path that leads
to his foot side
by the mound
now obscured
by false beliefs
and likes, I know.
My knowledge of it
is like the candle
under the Sun
So bright and yet so dark,
I don't know where to begin...