Zaayna..

The buzz of half-awaken Fire-birds..
Crowded the barren lamp
Held by the lost drifter..
In the maze through the Conifers..

Plunging the velvet fresco..
Of the stealthy green longitudes..
He tread a mirage..
Walking past..
The Carnage of a Carnival..

Tonight,
He beseech..
The Cenotaphs to rise..
From the warble of swallows..
Where the star-rays swished..
Across a Raven Cosmos..

Reflection of eyelashes...
Over a White Quran..
Parchment;
Swept away;
Blotting her glimpse..
Over the solemn air..
The wound
Washed away in Tear-drops;

Exponent of Enigma..
Hidden in that Musk
Perfumed skin..
A closed gaze felt..
in her fingers..
curling into his palm..
Seeking an endless kiss..

Denial settled on the pasture..
beneath his feet..
He clung..
to her touch..
Over..
The words of serenity
In grace..
And orison..

She was to stay..
Etched on his lips
Like an prayer..

[~ This one's esp for you both.. thank you for being there when I needed ..just needed someone else.. ]

The Natal Ballad..

She met
A Century Man
Lost by that River..
Drunk on the Mystic Chalice
Of Mist and Rain..
Strolling
The coloured street of the Unknown..

The earthy rubble swirled
In eccentric orbits..
Withdrawn rainbows
Of those moist nights..
Which hinted
His summer laugh...
Cascading down a discreet Carrousel..

Oh, that strange caprice!
Of an undone husky Sway..
Ripples in her breath..
Caressed the odd sparkling hours..
Into ageless times..
Where her eyes..
Met his Voice..
In the strangest olive gaze..

Whispering dreams of panache
And Panatella..
Drawn from that Unfeigned Ark
As She stood across..
The Jasmine Bay..
A little forlorn..
In an insipid floral shower..
Till the Scent of him
Blinded
the Jaded Shadows..
Of rusted rays..
and ashes of the earth...

Reminisces of Sue...

Euphoria eloped on Dainty Partridges...
Streaming Elysian Pathways...
Lured by her vagabond Jazz...
Held in arms..
Of the Intoxicating Macrocosm..
Which lay in her eyes..
Evoking Obscure Sorcery..
Through an Affable Smile...
Where the Desecrated leaf of Monsoon...
Was Ashened with a joyless momentum...
A pouting heart...
Lurking underneath...
..that Snow White veil..
That strange key-less laugh,
Pining for Redemption;
Yearning for love;
Unfelt yet so coveted;
...untouched yet so desired;
On her quest...
For the peace she held..
In the Corona of an embrace...
And the Aurora of a gaze...
Where she'll wake up...
In the Crafted orchard ..
....of an everlasting Daybreak...
Contained; Discovered;
In a bitter-sweet eulogy..

~
Love,

Raikamal

[P.S. ~ The key-lessness has been borrowed from Bhutu :)]

Ruska..

Words collided against a sylvan aura..
And I looked down at Ruska..
Stippled rain dabbing dew..
Afresh amidst the Obscurity of the Sun..

Hues draped the crunching nascent frost..
Strolling over a carpet of gold and maple..
I sense the air..
Smoldering mountain ashes..
In splashes of Crimson flames..

Penitent boulevards savor the void..
Envious of that flock of swans..
Which flew across the moist cornfield..
In whim and lust..
Hunting through Blueberry Slopes..
for a lost feather..
In surreptitious Autumn pens..

Coquettish reindeers chased the clouds..
For an imagery of a twining sunset..
Bringing home A Lunaa..
who set apart..
The allure of a ripened Season..
Along the Birch Vista..
In the old summer cottage..
of her dream..

Memento 22...

Deceptive tranquility wafted past..
Eons of obscure Allusions..
Eerie mockingbirds ambling with estranged songs..
Agape at the strangeness of the Sea..

An abridged afternoon disguised profanity..
Creeping along the broken streets..
Where she held the City by her gaze..
Her blinks..
An Anodyne to the blemishes..

The Wild April Snow..
Morphed nebulous sketches..
Of a bohemian phone call..
By a far away Arcane Story-teller..
With a stellar baritone averting wakefulness..
In a frivolous rapture into the night..

Bemused frost felt damp..
Against the pellucid window panes..
As she squinted past Mortal Maxims..
To meander along the Eastern Countryside..

The hands of time closed her eyes..
An Avalanche of smiles..
Of a Clandestine Phoenix..
Tenderly erupting into Daybreak..

The Song of Tragoidia..

The Sonnet broke free..
In the quiet January twilight..
Satyrs awakened to the amorous tune of Concerto..

Volition..
It blushed in amazement..
Serenading secrets to the Ice Lake..
Discerned in a Vortex of Predicaments..

Darkness..
It cloaked the tears..
Like strewn Jasmine hidden by the Vulpine Snow..
Stumbling upon a girl..
Who was neither a paragon..
of Virtue nor Justice..
Not tasting the fruit of her Wickedness..
but that of her mistake..

Tragedy..
It slid in to the frames of a memory..
Through the wishful will of fate..
Just as the sacrificed Iphigenia seek an answer..
And.. Antigone a funeral..

Silence..
It crooned an open road..
Rubble of Conscience lay untouched..
Defiant of a Cosmic Life..
Cloying conflicts..
Painting insipid sensibilities all around..

Devolva me....

I don't know what to say... And I don't know what to feel.. Maybe this is what it feels to disbelieve pathos and parables... To hear every tale, every story yet again... In the subconscious, I touch her hand as we spoke of a A Wednesday...
Thamma, Thamma... I called out to someone who'd seen me grow in to a little woman... in that row house by Goodwill Enclave.. It was just a fortnight ago, on the Christmas day, as chilly Pune air shied away with her warmth...
"Look Rimi's decorated the tree, a little mellow for commemorating the attacks"...

Why?.... Why?.... Why?

This afternoon as Rye writes, her ink dries up just as her voice is lost... the eyes unable to see and how ? How can she?....
The words can never be completed...
sentences a far cry...
Coz I can still smell her besides me... in the stories of a childhood spent at a home away from home... The horror, the morbidity and an ugly despair of senselessness vapourises from the heart...maybe.. all over me...forming an eerie glass prison..where I'm caught.. This time it's all over... there's only the abstract to look at.
Nothing really matters anymore...

Death playing a sublime jazz beating, mocking me from here on...