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..