Archive for the year 2017:

numbskull

times
have turned
my heart
into a numbskull
with gaping holes
for chambers
oozing grief
and despair
in slipshod
patterns
..
My head
the escape artist
strolls in green
pastures hanging
loose away from customary
thinker pose as it simply
hurts too much
as palms involuntarily
nudge each other
in mute queries
..
grabbing
my magic wand
in left hand
microscope
in right
I seek
hope’s needle
in apathy’s
mounting
haystacks
..
something
glimmers
through the straws
coming in view
hastily I take a look
to recoil in horror
as myriads
of vacant
eyeballs impale
mine back

Art: Chitra Ganesh

tempo

heart
lungs
accelerate
in tandem
to amped
up tempos
..

eyes popping
out of sockets
startled limbs
seek purchases
unused to raised
beats
..
when did
leisurely
saunters
become passé
well worn body
querulously queries ?

you, me, us

we wear
us as one
togetherness….
in our individual
uniqueness

you bring unstated
love to our table
I ..my headlong
gushes warmly
gurgling, uber tactile

thus we spend
our sunset years
feet dangling
at eternity’s ledge
when at rest

two vagabonds
full of restlessness
in soul, unbridled
curiosity to world
at large rove

bitten by cabin fever
more times than not
we psyche our beaten
bones to “man up”
ready, steady go!

thus we neither bide
time nor grim reaper
thumbing our noses
at both, tweaking
theirs instead….

love is love
it dons shape
per individual
forms..our moulds
were possibly thrown!

we wear
us as one
togetherness..
in our individual
uniqueness
..

 

embers

sometimes
embers
in spent fires
do flare
desiring to flower
gloriously
….
unspoken
tenderness in eyes
though on forefront
inbuilt high of touch is
something else when palms
kiss hand in glove
…..
stringing
memory beads
already crafted and
freshly wrought
add zest
to humdrum
….
enjoying
shared favorites
among old songs
we sing along
drowning each other
in rivalry and jest
….
thus
we suck life’s
marrow
grain by grain
unhurriedly
utterly relaxed
….

April 1st 2017

Today brings no joy
My face closes shut
After
a good soak

~
Plethora
Of emotional
Highs lows
Run gamut

~
You’ve left
yet you adhere
In sighs of regrets
Panned joys

~
Had you
Lived you’d
Have been full
of pride and joy

~
Your herd
has flourished
Nourished
By love…

~
Ever thankful
For in hand I gently
release you as I did
before in holy waters

~
I hope
your soul
Is finally at peace
Burdens load-shed

~
I bid adieu
once more
On this first day of April
When you were born
~

Picasso

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