The grains blew in the wind, in wreaths of sand His colourful turban,outlined against the setting sun The silver bangles, braids and the flask of water in his hands His wrinkled feet, whipped by the lashes of the sand storm I watched him as he dissolved into the desert mirage And then unfurled my palms… Continue reading Bedouin
A wreath of smoke dangles down an ivory beak As soft down feathers of plush white Stained with blood, grease and gunpowder Lands on a mound of dust The rubble groans and protests Shirking the burden of the beast That lands heavy on the jostling arms of violence The blood you spill,sprays onto you The… Continue reading Bleeding ivory.
I had stopped writing in some time. My thoughts were jumpy, scattered like enmeshed twigs in the woods. It is true that one doesn't anticipate the scale of adversities or preempt outcomes all the time. When I walked into certain shoes or took up a few major responsibilities, I didn't either. For me, it was… Continue reading Sing away to light.
Your words,your presence They're comforting I can't confide I have my reasons Your silence,your absence It's comforting I can't explain I have my reasons The dying leaves trembled The icy roots rattled The sky was purple with lightning lashes The roads,gravel laden and noisy I could drive to the lake and talk to you But… Continue reading I have my reasons
I only saw the sulphur in the kettle As they poured out bubbling hot liquid That gently curled into strands of powered glass That links the roll of thread to the kite The night sky was a blanket that couldn't warm me The lights were fireflies trapped in the Bell jar My feet wandered in… Continue reading Sinking
The young spirit gave me these shards of glass As she wiped the blood off my bones I looked at them dispassionately The doing came with its guerdon The world is a funny place There's a song for every feeling A song for the lack of it altogether There's a crackle to every breaking twig… Continue reading Shards of glass
The burning shadow on the ground Freckled skin, fallen,drowned Circle still shall the auburn grove And the roaring engines' hasty drove.
Freckled sunlight in the dark Fading cosmos,the dead sky lark Heaving steps,muffled breath A colony of ants, spinning to death.
Cold feet under a frosty skyline Fallen near a smoky kiln The powdered ground under the feet And the mute alarm of a heartbeat Perhaps the weather,perhaps a friend Either together must pretend And you must do your bidding still Should they tether you ,with your goodwill.
Poisoned blood in the feet Running from the river deep Hush,the scales' crooked hustling Crack,the twigs and leaves rustling Run and bolt the door behind you,while the river hides the monster in the Nile