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..

5/12/09

How strange it seems sometimes...
How very strange!

It's going to be his 92'nd birthday...in the next 24 hrs....and the past 24 years are pulling me under....beneath...underneath a pyramid of stars... into a chamber...thru' a tiny tunnel...a deep one...where the reverberations of a childhood sinks down..kneeling to the earth where he once stood..

He is so near ...then, why do they tell me, that I won't see him smiling with the brewing wake of the morn' ?
....and....I remember someone else's words too, today... of how he was giving a calculus exam when he heard of such news himself...and couldn't attend the last rites....and...I feel a crumble inside me....
There's a piece here....and one there...oh, one in that corner tooo...
 
Again words come back to me.... so many, so few all at once... "Aah, all I can do now, is fight...with nature...my surroundings, even the air maybe..." : he would have said...

An Iron Masked day grumbles in sleep...as I lay sleepless those wee hours of dawn...
Recollection retreats ....escaping into the arms of abstruse dominion...
A blanket of his arms tucks me in.... Yes, he's there... He's still there...right here....
Disappearance? 
Along with the melody?
His hum surrounds today, releasing me from this mantle of weariness...
Fatigue takes the form of incoherence....yet....it couldn't look more crystalline...
The clarity will stay with me....nostalgia will too...
His gaze in my eyes began the memories inside...and with each day, each li'l bundle of moments will encompass my whole world...my very own.. 


P.S. ~ Sudden flashes of Endymion's Dadu...that picture of Tua and him....
Strange! Just so strange!

The word ''strange'' is synonymous with me, today..