When the day disperses to dusk
And pollens rise to stardust
I sit by the skies,
feet dipped in recollections of the past.
Tag: emotions
We Didn’t Belong
Your consonants and my vowels
ran parallel like a brook and its bank.
Still, to your melody,
my notes were just a clank.
Realization
Each day rolls by, with my hours
pivoted around you. I wonder when it was I
imbued you in me.
Was it when I floated through elation with your wit in air
or when I was spellbound by the mirth
you splurged on me.
I can’t help smiling as I realize,
darling, you had me at hello.
Proposal
As your furtive glances entangle with mine
I feel my melted heart running through the skin.
As the zephyr brews through flames in the
darkness of my dreams, my blood beckons your being. Continue reading “Proposal”
Deserts Versus Humans
The amorphous sand dunes on the chest of desert
Blemishing its soul superficially, causing fugacious scars
Then comes the confused wind, dispersing the gold grains
On the scratched heart, thus panacea rains.
Unlike the exteriors of desert, human hearts have iron-crusts
The wounds don’t erode, with time they only rust
Slowly crumbles the shell , and deeper seeps the hurt.
They gulp down misery, but keep the face robust.
Life would have been much easier
if human scars too were easy to dust.
Confused– The Daily Post prompt
Architectural Abstraction
Walls of elegance, domes of dynamism
gold paint splashed all over.
Minarets of passion, spans of intellect
and mirth’s scintillating chandelier.
You’re a fortress of absolute perfection
beloved, you’re divine architecture.
Paint– The Daily Post prompt
Brooding Blue
I have swam past many a stubborn cyan waves,
walked over cerulean undulations.
But when I see the azure in your eyes
I feel like drowning…
Stubborn– The Daily Post prompt
I am Chaos
Craving – The Daily Post prompt
The stream of fine, dulcet phrases in your sight
is a masquerade to conceal the mess.
Ricocheting uproar, piling mayhem
I’m all chaos on the inside, no less.
Perennially mercurial, entangled in scepticism
I get cravings for troubles, I confess.
So don’t ask for the keys to my heart baby,
it’s darkness in there
you’d lose your way into the wilderness.
Midnight Soprano 