let me conclude...


let me do this for you
for you would frown
as if it would spoil,
your emphatic progress
to new lives, meanings
a dirty ol' memory
must be hidden
must not be touched
concluded as it were
in memory alone
but since when did silence
and time together
weaken truths and bonds like these
for you, i'll wish the same as i did then
don't be ridiculous, and get some peace!

To me, my half

For it is us,
isn't it?
you use the word happier
you use it again
it makes me think
it makes me wonder

let's meet at click

when the growing silence
is laid to sleep
let's meet again here
happier than last
like two digits
in between seconds
me meet
feathered n dusted
in thoughts n dreams

Theatre of Dreams

She, broken night, a convex layer of reality, deflects my gaze. I can't stand blinded by her rage.

Her fair hand touches my chin, she calls me by my name.

Me? I am a plural, like two bodies hanging out like petals with an unknown fragrant centre. She says she hadn't left and for her, I embrace my yesterdays. She promises a bleak half dawn, but leaves soon again.

For her sake and mine, we both interchange, she agrees, me, afraid. Afraid? She laughs and my shadow moves closer. Afraid? This cannot be a wedlock neither is it solace. She sighs and moves away. I ask for her name. I wish I were elsewhere, and I wish she were me.

She soon returns, my mock fate. Ah, so I have lost again. She slips in and soon the chorus dies down. My knocked down fate handed over to me, and the shadow moves away from my palm, the light comes in closely behind, my eyes open. or do they?

A Rhymed Breath - for Manish

Besides, if jingled words were wasted
I'd rather have 'em thrown at you
for it is no surprise
how much rhymed words are dear to you
hence, my duty, my friend is to do
to keep words rhymed even if it requires using glue
alas, 'tis smaller poems that keep me happy and going
Even though it is no surprise long verses are boring
A task well finished and words well spun
Else, this lalala poem would've lower gone
An end in itself
rhyme or no rhyme
in hot or cooler clime
we'll still be friends
So, don't you ever whine

Much love - XO -
Your Sunshine friend

P.S. Hope this cheers u up 'cos it was written with a lot of pain and effort and cheesiness and corny lines..

P.P.S Hugs

To the Dark Mountains - of love, treachery

Of a lover's hair
a tale long worn
sold silences, of words
like breaking rust,
moulded shreds of frost,
becoming, unbecoming lovers
dying in truths
of guilts cut into icy walls
slow moving slumber
takes over
treachery, slow, vast
of grace, divine priests
of red threads, holy water drops
benign compass of a bloodied sacrifice

Of tales long worn
in times crossing into history
into future
of a meeting point
where you and I hold
dust, clay, and gold.
Of roving inspired songs
bells, chimes, and shells
screeching, bellowing howls
from your underworld and mine
a knifed, shadowy night
belying love
hennaed truths
and wines
we meet
souls inside, breathing slow

A guttural sound questions
a lover's demise
of a tale long worn
white
faked, veiled truths
denied
in promises new and old.
Of which does not say
of what it does not know
in memory and in time
of two, or three or four
years, and months fold
a flower of hopes cocooned in a
lover's hair
somewhere whispers die.

Yield

To the immense powers
gracious, slow arms
One crying to skies
one gingerly holding on
refuge
where feet don't move
where eyes melt into air
a freezing of breath
and then, re-birth.

Know Not

Perhaps not, perhaps now
maybe, small ties of time
swallowing, slow
words come and go
just as time
unfolding its last embrace
before the sun
before the blink
eyes shut.

What Makes Us, Breaks Us

For over a year now
As I have stood, and waited
waited for the winters to run in
to the soft liberating rhythms
that travelled through summers
You never came.

I stood and mourned, chased away time
for timelessness was our refuge
as the past drew in dreams

But as I waited, the wilting clock
was finally tired
The dreams run through like bloodsports
chasing phantoms was over

It was time to be
It was time for us
It is not us now
The dream has breathed its last

Stranger To Ourselves..For We Were Once..

Once we are mere shadows in despair
A hearty conjoined laughter in hedonism
in some other time, of another world
our minds slaved to be together
and in that slavery we traded love

For we were once soulmates...

To make some trust, mix some futility with facade
'cos nothing is more tricky than some erratic words
an ensemble of feelings spelt as love.
To live together, yet separate, we need some love
We need, we need, we cry in our greed
Love that separates us from who we are
A slow moving dance with poor movement
For once, we were soulmates, for once, we were something
You'll hear 'em say again and again
For once, in this lowly life, we believed in ourselves!
Hear, hear!
That self was deceptive, a rogue in the mirror
For big words were used to sell small shams
In smaller homes where magnanimous hearts bravely fought and died
From who we were to a stranger today
The soulmates who mourn the bond of yesterday
are made of clay, and dust.

A Colossal Push

This might seem longer
but carry it with you
like a feathered sprinkle
touching your invisible wings
don let it break
this charm of a dream
it takes you where the world is
where everything works the way it is
make it grow
like a temptation in the dark worlds
but don't let the force tag you with it
else the fate of Icarus will be yours
keep the faith glowing

Utopian Dream

a lost city of sins
opening sheafs of pages
closing the world like it were a verse
chanted a million times before the night sky
before a dawn of a lifetime
sowing memories, like a black tulip among your white roses
a lucky face
simmering grounds with satin threads
are spun around my wrists
folds of soft black, white
rumble beneath
of old pastimes
of a time worn prayer
called utopia

it's the way we are

just a random thought
like it comes in every step
right, left
.
just a gaze
moves everywhere
bringing with it
haze, softer confusions
whisper in the head
slowly the sounds
escape the mind
left, right
.
bringing the load
carrying it too far
too far the road is
too slow the feet are
right, stumble
.
too close we are
grounded, above
too fatal this can be
right now it's the bend, the curve
too narrow, long and unending
.

To The Moon

One touch and gone
like never touched
a moment from memory
Are you With Me?
A mind's asylum
tired and worn
like yellowed paper
dying in mist
and words
vanishing
like lost love
come back as memory
come back as person
come slow
and stay

Crowd

silence sweeps into the night
scarred, it runs away
the strangers take over again
the crowd of light
dims the darkness
the human shadow stands alone
without the sky

slithering sights
swirling vastness
broken glass, twisted wrappers
howling crowds screeching past
colours so ordinary, clog the mind
empty souls collide
.
Slivering misfits
Meagre and brittle
Patience and war
Chants and speakers
Of paragons worth a dime
useless endeavours
of crime and of rights

patience and moods
freeing shackles of voids, misery
look into the voice of patience
the mist gathers dust
the whole street empty

chasing dust

older sunlight
A reflection in spoon
Like bent age staring down
clock ticks like sweat beads
Forming, snaking down
Time takes more than it gives
Leaves traces if chased
Slight crinkle of eyes
Tell stories from lost time

A moving glance, a dull stupor
melting muscle and memory

Blasé phemy

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver it at home
And make it fast with the coke
Give us this day your daily health
give us, your sin register
and we shall pass, like those who passed before us
for mine is this kingdom, and the power, and the story
.....
.....
.....
odd men

Green

a far flung whistle
a noise heard somewhere back in time
lost sands return with breeze
time has come back
before we speak and moan
between the time, and nature
lies truth, vocal, resplendent
mingles in voice
a note so new, natural, unreal.

more melancholy in the air
maybe nature's tired of having us around?
if you look into the lanes, you find suspicion walking towards you
closer and closer, until you wound your eyes further and peering somewhere else
...even Death is exciting.
Sword like leaves tearing into the air, striking resemblance with a petulant kin fighting for more freedom, maybe?
unreal respite, it's fit for a monarchy
the silence so overwhelming, you yearn for more
freed from the lingering greed, or lust
arms wide open for more silence
inspires death
take your chances
towards the one

ten fingers

mostly for distraction
mostly for silence
circling the glass rim
with prejudices aching inside
mostly for lies
.
deathly suspicion
deceit's shadow casts long
the reflection inside
green mystique
.
last crawl of fear
teasing death's own blindness
living tales of the dark
surviving torn seas of faith
.
like a cloud float
inside a white tablet
webs of light
touching skins and sorrows
while u bleed