Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Auld Lang Syne..

The demure star
made love
to
the whisps
of
a night
so apocalyptic
knowing
it will
break
into a dawn..

A soft season
of
hopefulness..
shrill
and faint..
Cremated
with
the creole
they sang
once
lying in arms..

The July rain
sank
on
it's knees
As
the silence
streaked
down
her
livid
naked
cheeks..

An insatiated
edifice
the whirlwind
left behind..
over
the
stone chair
by
the garden..
Decorous air
set
love-leaves
afloat
to the sky..
Even as
the Moonbeam
stole
them away..

She sat
by
the temple
of time..
The snow
this December
turning
lemon wet..
with
the
Whiff of Spring..

10 comments:

Inam said...

Time moves through your serpentine corridors, love meets the dark music on winter nights...and do you then, write?

Deeptesh said...

Hi, this is Deeptesh from Kolkata. I chanced upon your blog and I must say, the sensuousness in your poems have moved me.
It'll b great if u cuold comeover 2 my blog at www.deepteshpoetry.blogspot.com.I've a poem on the Mumbai attack. But don't miss out on the second one 'Musings' as it is my most popular piece.

Deeptesh said...

Oops..there were some spelling errors while typing.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still / The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet / It burns so quietly within my soul, / No longer should you feel distressed by it. / Silently and hopelessly I loved you, / At times too jealous and at times too shy. / God grant you find another who will love you / As tenderly and truthfully as I - Alexander Pushkin

Rye.. said...

Rye's speechless :)

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...
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Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

Hope to see you on my abode soon, I call it The Chronicles of R. I keep a fire glowing, always. Take a chair by the window and make yourself at home. Hope you wouldn't mind me being busy as always, feel free to take a look here and there. Cause you might, you just might find something of interest :)

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

Thank you for your comment on The Dancing Waters. I am glad the Rye liked something from my humble abode. Would Rye mind if I request for her acquaintanceship?

Rye.. said...
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sourik_poetsparadise said...

'The July rain sank on it's knees
As the silence streaked down her livid naked cheeks...'
these two lines just touched my heart...i don't know why :)