She..

I met her by chance..

That night I saw the stars leave the sky ..departing...as her laugh tinkled...sparkling across the cosmos..
and..
I froze in my words..
She painted a window across the shadow that day.. With colour boards and mood boards splashing her warmth across the walls sketching me a festal delight.. I wished that time to see her.. maybe to unforget an unfinished letter I wrote once.. maybe to reminisce the path tread when I spoke to her on my way back from Santacruz station.. maybe to adore the soul inside her..
A timeless sunshine descending into people's hearts..
The mauve zephyr along the eastern coast..

Tempara..

An old mountain
calls out..
to
the Mural
sparkling
like
a ghastly skull
which
tendered
it's breast

An old moon
gazes
at..
the contemptuous sky
resembling
an incomplete
sonnet..
longing
to be unfurled..


The Oldest
worms
squirmed
her fresco..
Her eyes
their imaginings
of
a pasture
golden..
with
glee..

Fervent Afterglow..

The smile stricken air..
stained
his poetry
on her nimble lips..
And..
he tasted elixir..
breathing
her inside of him..
She fell
across
the crimson meadow..
turning it
a plush virgin green..

His touch formed
ripples..
feeling..
Soft trembles..
Moanful laughs..
His bite
frozen
on her moles..
he smudged
the kohl
in her eyes..
as his tears
became her wine..

Eyes
rustled against
her softness..
as..
his
raven shadow..
succumbed..
to
nocturnal witchcraft..
stroking
her heart..
with
a wild acacia..
where
the moon set..
upon
the petals..
quenching
it's thirst..
with
sweet passion nectar..

Illusion of a Cinnamon Girl..

Bewailing..
her innocence..
The werewolves..
moaned
their brittle octave..
Erratic in despair..

Burgundy waters..
licked
the dinghy
catacombs..
The illusion of her
reeling..
In a whirl..


A pathos
fragrant..
With the minstrels words..
Worn toes
blinking
At her grave..
as
He wavered..
weaving
A song..
from
the frozen letters
on her lips..

A bombed bay..

All the offices are open .. atleast most are..especially on the western lines!

I don’t care ..Get back right now!..

I can't.. I’ll call u later…

The line goes dead forever!

Is this "still" Bombay going on? This eve..the light that has torched up the monumental Taj…”shines” over the graveyards while 100s cry in bereavement.
One spirit.. One Mumbai! …Or is it One fear?
Bullcrapping of the apparent spirit of Mumbai as constables tried to combat the attack equipped with merely wooden sticks!..For 8 long night hours till dawn came by (somehow)..men struggled to understand the gravity of the situation! NSG finally arrived …and the fire raged on…for the next 50 hours...

I saw people I knew.. die today..
Faces I had seen…blood splattered across streets..nameless corpses being listed until :
their relatives
give a clue..
a name..
an address..
just something to identify the people…The numbness has left me..it's all a void now..maybe..
It didn't feel as fearful to be 4 feet away as I saw the taxi explode in front of me at Santacruz..as much as it feels right now..
too see..
to look ..
to feel .....the apprehension..the camouflaged expressions as people struggle to fight their senses..

I saw people hide behind cars .. trying to take shelter in the shaded gory blood-stained footpaths..taking one step at a time..

And ...
Bombay stays ..helpless…under the most fierce and horrendous siege it could ever come across..with bodies lying around..the smell of death still making me sick inside!...

As a senior TOI journalist screamed out.. “Lets have goals.. goals we can probably fulfill.. Goals we "need" to fulfill.
India seems to forever have a forgiving attitude towards everything we come across…We seem to be proving the Third worldly attitude ..while aiming at a First world economic growth. Here... we don’t have our city's forces equipped with good bullet proof jackets ..we lose the best of our officers to terrorists who've come in with enough RDX to blow apart the entire Colaba....and... We dream of a Shanghai Skyline..???....Appalling and Preposterous!”

And as he spoke it started raining… much to the surprise of most Mumbaikars…
November Rain?
Maybe.. maybe the skies wanted the deathly fire to die out too.. Yes it did.

Casablanca...A little..incomplete..

Take away your dreams to me...
In the reminders of the meaning of the night ...
The songs in your breath..
Perfumed orange blossoms...

Kneeling soul...
Crumbled heart ...
I await thee...

Casablanca ..Casablanca...
Come away ..
Run away ....
To the upwind skies...
Castaway in the stars...

Unremembered skies..

The fields of childhood in his eyes…
Slipping through…
The pebbled path back home…

Blank moon-washed lips…

Murmur memories in nostalgia…

And...

I see wind fallen dusks…
Amongst the sun that once was young…
As He sang to the foxes with a bleeding heart…
Larks lie awake …
Staring..
At the dew drops screeching from his eyes…

Then…
Lunaa appears…

Gathering him a Sky-ful of night…
Sensing his Dark echoes…

Flying …
Ripping …
Merging …
Into his melted tears….
She remains his forever! ~

~ 'twas written for a Lucifer..

Dida...

Blenched hills..stooping down low..
The flaming polash phool gape wide..snuggling closer to the withered leaves...
Its a strange winter this one!
The hail feels my numb lips peeping from beneath the winter's chill...
And ..
I remember... her portrait..as it sketches itself across my soul....my teary eyes splashing down her warm memories till they steam down closest my caressing heart ...I can still feel the incense and the conch shell she held..beckoning my smiles as I ran across to her...
If only I could run yet again...
A silver curl along the curve of her lips.. each moist bleary sunset ...
She will always be mine...

Inept..

I've stopped thinking of twilights...
Submissive sunshine dancing across my feet...
And I'm walking away .. while ..
The smiles burn on my lips...
Sinking into that bed of carnesians...
Buried memories..
bleed..
a river..
Nightfall of lies...
unkempt..squashed..
somewhere away..

and there's the bed of carnesians..
in the lone..
Taking me away ..
Walking me across
this river ..

Strumming my breath..
with a kiss..

Blossom Ballet..

In her eyes he saw the darkest winters..
Smelt with drizzled Kohl..

Chimes..
Of prayer bells..
As the laughter
Sprinkled halos
Of smiles..

The night burnt out..
while..
she looked..
at the world..
beatific..
As..
Trembles slipped away..

Never knew
of a world so fantasmic..
The dusk
bewitching
Her breath..
She held
His hand..
As..
The moon
Dawned on their Love..

Love..
It
Became her
Blossom Ballet..
Like..
A Bird
Dancing
With passion..
In
Her Paradise...

Preclusion..

As the twilight flinches…

Flogged to a sudden quiescence in the dark…

As the bats retreat…

With sudden sniggers and sneers…

The flocks of freedom descend upon her...

Scarlet rain dappled

Across her drooping lashes...

Like...

A welter of surging souls…

Seeking summer breeze …

In the warm winter sun….

She stumbles…

She falls…

Preclusion….

From a never ending night….

Darkness..

The Remorse of Judas...
As the casket falls apart....
Veins writhing...
Euphoria unvoiced...

Serpent screams..
In empty eyes...
Ocean Whispers ...
from..
Acid poured lips...

Dark fluid passion..
Oozing...
Charred..
Scarred ...
In mortality....

To my Endymion...

An eerie silence clasps my mind...
Devouring on thy solitude....
The quiescence fraught with unspoken meaning...
I see thee.......
Clinging to this frenzied throb...
Cajoled, lying supine...


Reminisces of autumn from thee....
Thread-bare...naked...
Lying around me ....speechless and mute... while trance descends upon thee....


My lips blush....while I stare at thy arms....
Enamored of thy engulfing caress..
I remain...
The czarina of thy throne...

I reach out to thee....
Brushing across thy supple shoulders...
Nibbling on thy lost syllables...
While my liquered lips kiss thee.....
Tasting thy secrecies....

Lissomed against thee...
I grasp..
The torments of a purpled flicker flaring within thee...
Longing to feel thy breath tantalising my skin...
I embark to discover thee...
An unthought escapade...
Embezzled by thy aura divine...

I touch thy flaming heart...
Flailing my soul to Thee...
My tongue preys on thy enticing splendour...
My whispering eyes pleading for thy lullaby..

A necklace of withered roses around my neck...
Thy bite encircles the bitter-sweet smell....
Thou enchant me......
Leaving thyself to be unravelled be me...

Can't thee shatter these caged walls and fly to me???
Undo these unwanted miles within us...
Unveil thy thoughts ...letting me taste Thee....
Un-wilt these roses...
Till....
I breath you besides me...
Beads of passion conjuring up this beautiful imagery ...
Of Thee with me...