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.

Secrets of the Ocean

 

Forever I’ve lived

keeping a tranquil façade.

Witnessing with every rise and ebb

a turn of incidents, with shrewd eyes.

For I have in me the silence of millenniums.

The secrets, which disappear at the ground

still lay sleeping in my core.

Nyctophilia

The larks and flamingos are revered at light,

But when the nights dawn and nocturnals rise

When clouds drape the moon in a starless sky

We awake from slumber, for we are

the sworn sovereigns of the night.

  

The specks of iridescence are overlapped by grey ashes

When in forest, burning bright are the fearful symmetries*.

In those hours, over the kingdom of nyctophiles,

with chirps of crickets and howling of wolves

the flaps of our wings lay in harmony.

  

Feeding on the shadows, morsel by morsel

And anchored to the hidden moonbeams

we soar to the cosmic hurricane.

Who said darkness is fearful, for us it’s synonymous to life.

 
  

(*From ‘The Tyger’ by William Blake)

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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.

The Road Not Taken*(with a little twist)

When two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

I took neither. I built my own trail

amidst the thorns and conifers

donning my rebel snood.

 

Sprinting fierce, stamping the bushes

I lacerate dead ends.

Staring at the syzygy, I progress

to find destiny’s dividends.

 

I didn’t take the roads previously travelled

to stand ahead of the crwth.

Going harsh, doing rash,

they say I’m drunk on youth.

 

* A well-known poem by the legendary poet Robert Frost.
Youth– The Daily Post prompt

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