Averted.

Cuneiform..
the wink of darkness....
scribbled over vacuum..
crossing the paths..
Of blinks so repressed..
Into a raven..
that was but none..
But a faultless swallow..

Silence..

A sullen candle steels in hush madness..
Uncovered gleam clings;
Erupting into the florid stench of webs;
The standstill feet sink humbly
Into faithless mounds of sand..


~'written for an eclectic man.. 

Stark belief..

The Inferno fell apart;

In a natal urge of flaking flames...

Crumbling anticipation..

Coarse redemption floats in regress;

Hanging amid rusted hinges..

Trudging the cornered edges..
Of a mirthless droplet.. 

Monsoon swept faithless breves..

Entrenched in mistaken silhouettes..

Settled in mistaken eyes..

Unsettled in a bleeding withdrawal...

An Afternoon..

Deceased agony lulled speech;

Underneath lengths of torn elegies..

Prose spilled prologues too many..

In wrath and delusions of paradigm;

Scream;

Unsheltered lap of a luscious mind;

Where anonymity held..

Sprightly twigs with flowers so neat;

A twenty fourth year stretches..

Streaming gaping visions sought..

Of black clay sketched regrets;

The smudged shades of yearning..

It swam along the worn current..

Of the earthy doldrums in spin..

Blending into fringes of life..

Incognito, that ruthless flood of hooded twinkle...

Arose in the countless mist of monotone;

Butterfly;

Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green; 
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..

Stoned.

The periphery of emotions;
Pierced the caustic night last...
In breathless red;
Imbued with a rapture...
Aesthetic; 
All in the splashing murky grime....

My feet got washed away;
In the swamp of blood lanes...
Across faces..
In slime laced nails...

Wild Blue Yonder

Paper boats squinted...
At blindfolded smiles..
Carved on a womb..
A prologue undone..
By the churning overtures..
Of Innocence..

Crossing at a Wait..
For a brass trunk..
Caked up in luster..
Feeble..
That li'l Matryoshka doll..
Asleep..
While the spring walks her past..

Glimpse
Of a Crinkled nose..
Nudged the abyss..
Sliding by..
That dimpled sledge..
Of painted aloofness..
Over Crystal snow..

Never ending..

Through the alluring haven..
Of whimsical clouds..
She swam across the oceans...
And glided thru' the skies...
To reach that home...
Enchanted by smiles...
Embraced by a heart,
Ever more...
Ever after...
And now, the dimples soar in laughter...
and the lashes dance with joy...

And a tender heart..
Is charmed all her way...
to an everlasting..
Blue moon..

P.S.~ This was written for Poorva...long... long..ago.. :)

Hues..

The luscious purple swam,
Gushing past a rhythm,
Of stealth which seeped,
Thru' the strawberry octave..
Casting away a gaping black,
In the brisk flow of brevity..

Ah, a rusted amaryllis
Petal hidden along pages..
In unkempt frivolity,
Fetching wandering hordes..
Of dog-eared misgivings..
In idyllic clamor..

Gaze...a gaze..
At fluid transparencies..
Over the clinking hazel lull..
Transported..
To the errant tread...
Of conflicting synapse..
In a swirl of affection..
Molded..
With a Quivered glance..

Lost horizon..

Sight of streaks in multitudes..
Written on a mellowed twister..
In the gleaming sand grains..
Stirred under the lightning..
Crushed soft greens stemming..
From the seething folds..
Of clouded moss and filth..
Agape in desolate starkness..
Nudging jutted shards..
Of profanity..