Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Shadows

A crow
Sat
On the
Shadow of
A branch

Looked
At

A cow
Eating
Shadows of
Grass

Clear
Images
Merged

Voices
Became
Shadows of
Thunder

Life
Under the
Shadow of
A tomb

Exhilarating

Cycle of life

When I walk
It walks after me

When
I walk
I walk towards it
Even if
It walks towards
Me

When we meet
There ends

The circle

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Metamorphosis

An eye Sees nothing, stores nothing

Yet an eye as an eye
Took shape of a bird
Spread its wings
Draped the light with darkness

It burned a silence
In the heart of a God

An eye as an eye
Became a bird
Took the sky in its eyes


(The third edited version. Thank you Cristina, Lekh and Avy.)

Victoria’s Secret

They said it’s all a secret
Revealed in pink for the crowd
Nice and laced
Brunettes in chocolate swimsuits
Blacks wearing red two pieces
Whites with practically nothing
But all with wings
Remains of discarded angels

The lights were dim in my room
Beats from a rock band
The catwalk
FTV was showing
How the secrets are exposed
Through bare sadness
In victoria’s eyes

Monday, August 6, 2012

In a Poem...

The rain was on their roof. Early morning cool breeze slowly came through the open window, the curtains dancing with its rhythm. Her head was on his shoulder, his soft breath as a mesmerizing chant wrapped her in sadness. She was not slept that night. Still she was glad that he was sleeping, calm, and her smell wrapping him in a serine sense of belonging. The rain sounded sweet, as his love that made her life meaningful. At that moment as a line in his poem, she belonged to him, body and spirit.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Life, a memory

Life
A memory
Embedded
In our bone marrow
In a language
No one
Till now transcribed

Life after life
It flares
Being a beacon
Guiding us
To a point
Not yet mapped out

Translating
Memories may
Unveil footprints of
The moment
Where we took our time
And surrendered to birth

There stopped the reality

My print of body


I touched you

 A shiver
A look
Shadow of my spirit
On your being


Again
Time stopped
For
A breath to flow


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My print of body
On your eye
 
Shadows
Writing a poem
With

Their whispering