In a winter afternoon,
   When sun was behind the fog,
   The cold was stubborn,
   Stirred  the tracts of rag.
   I held her hand,
   It was not warm or cold,
   Her eyes subdued,
   Searching for a shelter secured,
   Her cheeks radiated ,
   Lips quivered,
   She held back a smile,
   That was joy infinite.
   We were silent, and
   did not utter a word,
   Entwined our hands together,
   We were lost and agitated,
   And inscribed  an epitaph over
   Our lost innocence.


   ( one of 11 poems entitled ‘My love,’ written and posted on 25.01.2009, inadvertently deleted , posted again.)

My Love

                                My Love-10

     A small day’s journey,
     Unfolding a
     tessellated memory.
     Snugging ,
     Had our eyes
     Transfixed.
     Textures of unwoven
     Hours arrested.
     The night was soft,
     Cool breeze blowing
     Tender was the air
     Hungry souls in a
     Quest.
     Cosmic glory in
     Subliminal harmony.
    
    We were together.
   
    Green pasture ,
    Silver earth,
    Washed by
    Mercury moon.
    Silent we,
    Tormented inside.
    For hours our hands
    Were locked,
    Prisoners of a
    Bastille.
    Fleeting imagination
    Stopped breathing.
    Your eyes
    Tentative black buck .
    I was a bundle,
    A  wreck.
    Never knew    
    Why things
    Were obscure.
   
    In  a flash
    The universe tumbled,
    Her lips were sweeter
    than a distant hymn.
    Touch of bodies,
    Bound in a flat
    Frame.
    Sweat, tears ,breath
    and bones
    In unison.
    Unraveling of
    Sublime  rays.
   
    Point to circle,
    Quiet  the earth,
    Moon was blind,
    Tranquil was spring.
   
    Her eyes closed ,
    Fingers in a
    Tumultuous bind.
    Mystery unlocked.

    We never regret,
    nor any remorse,
    Course  of the lovers,
    That we trod.
          
 

                        My Love-9

               Looking back,
               In nostalgia,
               Reminiscences
               Of  a past
               Most beauteous
               And meandering
               circumspection.

              The myth and nectar
              Long extinct. 
              Ordinary two
              Could only weave
              A gossamer carpet,
              Sleepless , could
              Count the twinkling
              Stars.
              Under a tender night
              And twilight sky
              Thought of permanence
              In being company
              and assortment of  
              moods.
              The flight of fancy
              Many a times,
              Nursed to recovery
              Of faith and
              Belonging.
              Then was a time.
              My eyes , a deep
              Nothingness.
              Hers , undefined
              Edifice  Of desire.
              Each day,
              Every night
              Amidst green pastures,
              The leaves of grass              
              Silent we,
              Shutting the doors
              Of reason and sense,
              Fought the treasons,
              Of friends and foes
              Alike.
              Never knew stars
              Are mean, selfish,
              Like mortals,
              They  red with rage      
              Blue with jealousy.
     
 

                                                My Love-8
       Flying leaves,
       From autumn tree
       Scattered around
       The landscape,
       Red,yellow
       And crimson.
    

       Together we
       Gathered a heap,
       Put in a corner,
       Took a pause,
       Lo! unruly wind
       Blew away
       Our collection,
       The old mosaic.
       We clasped our
       hands in a band,
       Laughed aloud,
       Uncertain flutter,
       Poor against
       Nature’s display.
       In the rain’s
       Enclosure,
       Grooves
       We designed,
       Like small paper-boats
       We sailed along,
       To envision
       Earth, water
       and sky.
       Summer tremors,
       Sweating forms,
       Colourless  sky
       Dark sensation,
       Spring breeze,
       Red and while
       Flowers vanity,
       Sweet scent of
       Mortal exuberance,
       Never touched us.
       Bound us.
       We are in ourselves,
       The universe
       Secondary,
       A fresco,
       On whom,
       We are real.
       Black and white,
       Red and blue,
       Timeless
       And transient.
      
    
     
      
    
     
     

      Beside the lake,
      Under the tree,
      Behind dark shadows      
      We had dreams,
      Fluent , magnificent.
      Those were the dreams,
      Dreams  of no consequences
      Yet dearer to soul,
      Part of us.
      A small home
      and a tiny terrace
      Cuckoos on the branch
      Scents of jasmine,
      Wild rose and the
      Primal odour  of your
      nimble frame,
      A sight for swains,
      A sensation beyond
      The naive.
      Never we thought,
      Moods are transitory,
      Present records in
      Leaves of history,
      Put under webs,
      And love is
      But a radical
      Anachronism.
     
     
     
     
                

Under the clouds,
Among the stars,
We had a dream,
Dream to remain
together,
To reach the sky,
Speak to the moon,
Wander in the hills,
Run hand in hand,
arm in arm
In the rain,
Shadows of distant
Flying birds
On our face
Dew drops washing
night’s slumber .
Our journey
Slow and deliberate
To move into
Eternity, with
A touch of invisible,
The moment we preserved,
Feared, it might pass,
Withering roses
And dropping
anklets of
court dancer
sink in the mind;
Love also has
its swan songs,
Echoed and
sad symphony.
We never thought
Like those in
the myth,
Our love
shall
Die unnoticed
fading in
time
and decay
Under the sun.

My Love-5

The first touch
of rain drops,
Splashed your face,
From your eyelashes,
Droplets signed off
On your cherubic
countenance.
Glistening drops
Mesmerized
the sylvan luxury.
Those moist eyes
Opened for me,
The passion’s door
To unheard of,
Infinite land
Of surrogate pleasure.
Vibrant chords transmitted
A note of irreverent melody,
Sweet and mournful,
Dispersing rainbow arrays.
Insidious enemies
took guard
For a duel,
A straight arraignment,
Combat for insipid
titillation.

Then I took a pause,
Beheld the picture,
Stood a while.
Why are people in love,
Why do they nibble
The forbidden,
Why do they trespass
The prohibited,
And be left forlorn ?

Yet they love,
For the cause of love.

We smiled at each other,
Clasped our tender fingers,
Moved ahead,
No trepidation deterred
our small foot-prints.

For us then,
Being in love,
Never to say die ever.
Never to say a sigh,
Never to falter
And stumble.
Never to
Hold back
An unending
Game.

                                                My Love-4

                       Had we dreams together,
                       And moved hand in hand,
                       Fingers crossed, steps equal,
                       Equated the world in eyes
                       and mind.
                       And led chivalrous battle
                       Head high, arm in arm.
                       Never we looked back,
                       And considered
                       mean-man’s words.
                       The scornful eyes,
                       Disdainful whimper
                       Chided us;
                       Future uncertain
                       Immoral wrecks.
                       Yet never did we
                       Indulge in earthly pleasures,
                       Fell a prey to purple treat .
                             Beyond the green hills,
                             Away from blue  horizon ,
                             We walked away
                             To weave miracles,
                             Of spectral domain,
                             And celestial sheen.  




 
                    
                     
           

I had dreams,
Dreams of
unknown passions,
Dreams of
weird thoughts,
Mysterious sensations.
My father was tense
yet terse was his remarks.
I was not eligible
to dream.
I looked at those
Dimpled cheeks,
From near and
Also beside the
tree and leaf,
Soft breeze touching
the unruly hair,
Those hazel eyes,
Sharp features,
My mother was sad
And said in a
whispering and
ageless voice,
This is no age
to dream.
I stood in the rain,
The first drops soaked me,
I walked along
Moon light above
Azure sky
And distant hills
called me.
I was half asleep
And half awake.
My friends said,
I was in love.
I could not affirm,
Nor said no.

A soft breeze
washed the
Earth, water
and sky.