Stories of solitude

STORIES OF SOLITUDE

We often travel alone but seldom we enjoy the luxury of solitude. We look for silence in the noise of city traffic yet we forget to reach out for a shout when we can fill the silence with our voice. Understanding the silence and speech is akin to solitude and companionship.  

For Last We See

For last we see
Let me hold you like a song
The song I will never sing again
The song I will never hum on again.

For last we meet
Let's not say goodbye
Goodbyes are hopeless
Goodbyes never so honest.

For last I see you
Let me offer you, the favorite orchids
Shower the love
Before they bury you into the eternity.

Goddess of stories

Let me stroke your hair,
this one last time.
The richness of your satin skin,
be wet with my sweat.
I may not be subtle tonight
but worry not, you are always mine.

Let me stroll on your waist,
tracing my tongue to the pubic line.
The shiver of your tibial sheen
bonded in the web of toes of my leg.
I may be a tiger tonight
but then, you are always mine.

Let me take you to the edge
so you can see me clearly.
The golden hue of your eyes
glazed with stories of your betrayal.
Will I let you go over,
nah! you were never mine.

Embrace

The Northern breeze

The earthen fragrance

I embrace you.

RENDEZVOUS

                                                                   
                                                      RENDEZVOUS




Some empty glasses
Some old wine 
An unusual place 
For two to bind. 
Some empty glance
Some curious eyes
An usual place
My lips always find. 
The cold breeze 
The chill shrivel 
Some usual space 
I hide.

Her Pre-wed

HER PRE-WED

they call it D-Day, yet people want to have one. Now, I know, why people wait for this day.

Haiku : Night

                         HAIKU

Stall of night
Crickets chirping
Granny's lullaby.

Haiku

                                                        HAIKU

                                                  APPLE PIE

                             the unseasoned breeze
                             I sniff in
                             aroma of Cinnamon
                             the neighborhood.
                              

Divine beauty

I was supposed to be skinny

Showing my ribs

Wagging my waist.

Huh! what a waste?

Beauty overwhelms me

Past your arms girth..

It seems world has just begin

Opening the knots beneath my skin

Once hideous is now a muse.

Ah! whats the use?

Those snake charmers

Seldom excites me

Mysterious, mystic love

Still haunts me.

Hidden Kiss

The hidden kiss

In my chest

Will savour your lips

Supple gentle tender

Branching out my love

Deep beneath soaked

I wait for the moment

Union of free souls

Haiku

Noises of life

Cacophony of mind

Cocoon of your warmth.

Presence

And there you stand

In the middle of baffling crowd

Unkempt yet divine

A halo, bright behind

Distinguishing through the waddled side

Pronounced and delighted

Reaching towards your hand

Extended as a shield

Against the torment of time

I see nothing

But the rise

A sunny side

at its prime.

Beauty Undefined

Panic state of mind,
The pacing heart
Dilated pupils
Gushing blood
Heated ears
Is what exactly defines
the view of your beauty.

I stand still
Watching as if stiff
Waiting for the moment to stay
As in to imbibe in surrounding
Your beauty is what
makes me wonder.

I wonder
Should I move further
Or hop backwards
The patience blush
The palm sweat
The feet shrivel
Before I could settle
You just passed by.

My Faith

My faith in you, will never rust.

My love for you, will never get dust.

In you lives my god,

With you, the world ever exist.

The Break up

Crisp bed

reminds me

your Absence.

Burnt toast

asks me

your Absence.

Trash bin

overflows

in your Absence.

Wallet keys

lost somewhere

in your Absence.

Untended me

looks towards 

your Presence.

Without you

On high road 

i see you going

i struggle chase you

the endless road

going no where

destination fades, without you

Site at a station

YOU

blinded in your love
i see nothing,
the differences;
between small and big.

YOU teach me
how to live,
forget the past;
learn to forgive.

PRETTY PRETTY YOU

O pretty pretty thy

a blooming rose so shy

like a fast beating wasp

i wander vagrant and amiss.

O pretty pretty thy

alluring as butterfly

humming on my knosp

i wonder see fragrant bliss.

O pretty pretty thy

kind as vast sky

cryptic to grasp

i dare not valiant kiss.

O pretty pretty thy.

Trial with HAIKU

i seen rayon

a fine seam

connecting YOU and me.

i see horizon

an endless journey

without destination.