Surrender..

I see him ..
I see myself...
Tender in his eyes...
Trembling with his gaze looking at my cheek...
I see him...
and I see myself again...
In the reflection of the moon drops every night...
Surrendering to his smiles...as they speak to me of his love...
My arms speak to his eyes...
Staring ...
At my eyelashes...
And I surrender to my love...
In an amaranth..
With an indelible kiss ..
Of amour...

Felt..

And then, there came a pause...
Where his hand held her skin
In a nuptial of breaths..

The morn froze....
So, did the remnant moonlight...
Along came chants...
With the whispers of amour...
Which he captured in her eyes...
And her voice...
Looking thru' the distorted glass...
Which..
Streamed down across the skies of two hearts ...
As the forest shook apart miles..
And the Western Coast trembled....
In disbelief and pleasure...
Of surrendering to her love...
In Eternity..
Forever more..

A Lunar noon...

Another summer lingers..
Through the shaded leaves of twilight..
Falling on those parted lips..
Demurely..
Licking a lost smile..
With a lucid sonnet..
Of abjured longing..
And tendered skies..

The old Bandra fort..
Hid the smoke..
In the fogged boulders grey..
Arising inside distant voices..
Of muted waves..
And tuneful rubble...

There arose another pair..
Of barren eyes..
To blink away mementos..
Amidst scarlet shadows...
Washed in lukewarm delight...
In an infliction of affection..
Of the Orange Moon..
Into a wordless eclipse..

Shaded..

She walks apart of the shadowed milieu...
In seeking words from another..
Amongst scorching bristles and stealth
In an unkempt rendezvous...
With the Sun..

Many crept apart...
From a fallacy of amour..
Inside that pouting heart..
Which hoped and hopes still;
For rebukes and whims..
Which smudges away deletions..
And expressions...
She holds back.. away...aloof..
From the Parisian walkways..

Ode to Freudian Complexes..

Plucking out fantasies,
From the whorls of phantasmal delight,
She cremated,
Words and syllables of affliction,
With lurid lullabies
Of Imagination..

Figurines of fervent love,
Burnt in terse absurdness,
Of Mirth and Misgivings,
Swerved an old house,
To form softened scars..
In a whirlpool of Maim.

Holding tender shards,
Of trembling dunes..
And lofty breeze,
She emerged out,
Sprinkling droplets of Blankness;
And Indifference;
Shielding jaded beams,
On a Supine dawn..

Phantasm..

The old footprints hung by the bay..
Crawling over abrupt silence,
Streaming the remains,
Of a festered coast..
Where the shimmering brine,
Strolled in a broken cavalcade,
Over the waves..

The ocean-bound voices trembled;
In an expression of lunar ecstasy;
Lost in the transient daylight,
Evading the echoes of his breath..
That brushed,
The rouge on her cheeks..

Profane records..
Playing in her mind;
Of an unusual retreat,
Drawing a name..
In the sands of twilight beaches...
Or..
The stagnant air..
Of dawning Walkways..

The streets became a part of her sight;
Singing of Mirages;
Chirping of parables..
And fables..

Picture of you...

The icicles
Shone across a molten cyan skyline..
Winter trickling down..
The chords of March.

Slivers of muted butterflies
Resembling a mild panacea,
Of an estranged pause..
Yielded;
To a sketched vignette..
Atop the old yellow leaflet;
Clasped within her eyes.

Nostalgia sprung on high notes..
Winding down mosaic warmth;
Rushing along a feverish brook..
And scented dale;
His song strummed the dusky fog..
Smothered in torrid snow flakes.



This one's for Lorenzo... wrote for him after a long time..