Promise

Meander in a pensive reverie 

Every year that it rains

Someone unseen, hushful,

Hovering, contemplative.

A tender caress, soft squeeze,

Warm and fleeting, 

Dewy lips brushing the cheeks,

Susurration of a distant hum.

Seeking beyond the haziness,

Deep sighs with bated breath,

Images wading in simmering eyes,

Ferrying the glow of the mist.

A promise never made,

But lingering for it to be fulfilled,

An accord to never connect,

Yet the soul remains agitated.

Desire

Do you listen to the soft rustle of desire
Unsaid, unquenched ,smouldering.. a secret
Or be an earless plebeian ensconced in your safe haven

Can u muster the recklessness to trespass into the world of disquietude
To steal moments of frenzied desire
To wreck your peace of mind with the sweet melodies of pounding heart

Do you want to long for the one who longs for you
To sail in the ocean of your desire
Acknowledge your desire as your divine destination

Sing a song to leave a footprint on your voyage
A song never to be heard, but felt
Filled with moments which may fade, but never forgotten

A Fickle Fable

Dreams,

A fickle fable,

But held in high esteem

As one narrates an incredulous tale

Of love and passion,  

While the stars smirk

In the dark ink blot above.

You hold them in the cradle of your heart

Nursing, befriending it,

But the only reward that it delivers

Is disillusionment, disenchantment

Pushing you from the edge of a precipice 

Into a gorge of anguish

Life itself is mercurial like dreams

Kind in one moment

Disloyal in the very next

A voyage in a glistening bubble

Exciting till the bubble bursts 

Into a million tiny droplets

Treasure

Every memory has a tale

of celebration, love, nostalgia 

hurt, regret, despair

some framed, some discarded

some gentle, spontaneous, unadulterated

some labored, tiring, bedeviled

A glance of askance at the future

to unravel its secrets and surprises

to share the blueprint that lay ahead

but it smiles and offers us a thousand tales

memories shaped in the present

choices, experiences, and pathways

What could have been changed

a hurt which could have been appeased,

a harsh word withheld

but time a teacher nonpareil 

tender, merciful,gracious

gifts a treasure of precious memories

Winter Rain

A soft padding on the ground

A reflection in the droplets

A thick mist that fogs the air 

Retrieves the moments that fled

The silken touch and the grey mark

The many faces you reveal in the smoky clouds 

As you recede and fade with the wind

The dampened breeze leaves with a fresh trove of moments

Red Moon

Under the red moon 

I started a story

with a tight embrace 

fighting against my will

That smile made me afraid

I thought I was in control 

the smoldering glare 

shred my helpless disguise

My face went pale with fear

masked by the glow of the moon

and in the darkness

my true colors were revealed

We stared at each other

moving closer and closer 

I saw a glint of crimson in her eyes

I was not afraid anymore 

Longing

Serenity 

As I drown myself 

In these salty tears 

Ripples 

Sear the kind of longing 

That succumbs 

Every part of my insides 

In your absence 

So perniciously 

Suffocating 

My frail heart indulges 

In the surge of montages 

Vivid memories of you 

Radiant, 

Warm, 

Ecstatic...

I relinquish