Crystal

We’re all lost dots in the lattice.

Finding our way across dimensions,

colliding,

coalescing,

disrupting.

 

(When we struck past one another

like two forlorn atoms in the dark,

was the brush strong enough to remind

how you and I had once connected

amidst the mesh and the web.

How we had given up a bit on our footholds

to go a tad towards each other’s way.

How we’d rested in each-other’s voids

amidst our fragile existences.

And how it was all rush and electric,

till the charge evanesced.)

 

When the end arrives, a zillion touch heavier,

will we get to pick what to forsake and which ones to hold?

 

Who knows where the forces lead.

Demons

Where the sun seldom rose like the south of Antarctic, the skeleton

mourned lacuna in its sombre hideout in apocalyptic dark.

 

When my Cimmerian soul conjured dreams of quaint springs

for the chaotic backyards of my mind.

 

And I ran amok amidst the wild shrubs in

the savanna, looking for birds of paradise till

you brushed past my rusty flesh like a holly wreath.

 

Till the quietest whispers of daybreak,

relentlessly across the nighted Pacific

let my demons fly with yours

defying gravity.

 

Reminder

The heart has let loose,

But the mind holds on to the noose.

In the labyrinthine streets of

no strings attached

The nemeses are at war.

 
 
Shut are the thoughts,

confined the senses.

But in my clandestine reveries,

Fluoresces evanescent hope of serendipity.

   

When the obsession dampens to

Little pricks of recollections

And spirit immerses again, in tender bonhomie

At such times, dear Heart

Still remember what caused the mess.

  
 
Immerse -The Daily Post prompt

A Response to ‘We Didn’t Belong’

 

When the day disperses to dusk

And pollens rise to stardust

I sit by the skies,

feet dipped in recollections of the past.

Dormiveglia

An imbrication of stares and blinks,

my nights have become a reverberation

of your whispers’ lilt.

As I swing back and forth

past my gossamer cloudland,

I envisage how it’d be like to float with

you through the hourglass of sand.

 

The demesne which I used to call mine

has now become your territory.

Trespass all you want, but shush,

you tread on my sleep.

 

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.

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