Vish ka pyaala rana ji bheja peevat meera haansi re ….
Scent of sizzling wet earth and blue dreams,
And pangs of desire under shady clouds
Deep dark and brown around.
Those were you,
A spreading tentacle,
Expanding mirage,
I never felt.
Never could hold dreams,
Like unuttered psalms,
Unfettered wishes.
You said tears be men,
Reluctant me, shed them and famished..
You asked
To disband smile for a gloom,
I sported obscurity.
Dense shady lashes,
Eyes roving,
Wind at rest for hours,
And shrill tremors of unmoving bamboo leaves,
In a lonely platau,
That was you.
I thought I had
A sublime vision,
Apparition of fading;
Tranquil, for rains would pour
And I would walk.
A wanderer with a company
Subtle and plump,
Full figurine,
A mellow pair of eyes
Wide and retina uncouth dark,
A green revelation unfolding
That was you
I thought.
You offered flowers ,
I spent a night to find
A return for them
Moved through dense fog and mist
ln neighourhood and farther,
Ran around, here and there,
But it was unbecoming seasons,
To witness jasmines and roses,
Opening up with smiles and sighs,
Yet found them,
A sight I could not save
For I was busy gathering buds
To adorn your fancy braids.
Jasmines and roses,
With violet wild,
I gathered and bowed,
A knight and the subject,
You heaved a sigh keen
An isolated wink,
Then thought it was a gesture,
Pleasant and acknowledging
And my sleepless night
Was never a disaster.
Months after,
A few rains and a couple of wintry night,
Your words and silence
Made me numb,
A frozen limb for love's toil.
Again a day break
Ushered a night.
You were a song
Lost in the muse,
Of a swan and
Dead trees.
Dry leaves scattered
To dying disaffection,
Of a tender and solemn.
Squirrel pierced and bleeding,
Never to regroup
From the wound
That was beginning,
To decompose and
Decimate a passion
Seed for ashes
For a choice
Unaccounted.
Know now
To dissipate in passion,
Is a glory attained ,
Than to die longing
For unrelenting company and
A deciphered game
Of love’s loss.
Yet at a clear sky,
And withering age,
