Thursday, November 20, 2008

Unsung chalices

Lost in our virtual/real
simulations, one rainy day you
whispered my name, evaded a puddle,
toyed with pebbles, traipsied home
dreaming of the fragrance of my hair
finger-combed with your desire.

the rain sings nomore
its foreplays, the droll and
chatter, drench your skin

you moistened earth's loins
till water carried the seeds
and tipped them off to the sea

Dont denude the silts
built over ages, torrents
drowned those earthy pleas


* * * * * * *

Today, over the doctor's table
your eyes rained over the
patches of my cloudy thoughts
I watched you with a chequered
mind full of evasions and lies
my puerile excesses and sins
were too holy to be
cupped by your cognizance.

* * * * *
I let you soar
in abandon
without my clouds
shading your lids

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Rain-drenched Morning

A rain-drenched morning
the first kiss of sun on my skin
was the touch we stole in
the darkness, I wished time
stayed frozen till the world curled
back to its orgasmic atom as fast
as it expanded, I could have
tossed back my hair and inhaled
your soul from your mouth

I saw you, my intimate
stranger, when your self poured
into every corner of my being
I could have stayed still
and let you own my scent and
brand my skin with your warmth.

This rain-drenched morning
I have no complains, no regrets
I saw your sun mirror the glint
of joy from my dewdrop eyes...

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Omerta: on All Soul's Day 2008

The weed smoke smelt
Frankincense and myrrh
reminding the legend

Two generations honeycombed into cellars
I adorned the granite tombstone
with roses, carnations and asparagus

Not forgetting the jasmine
my grandfather carried in pockets full
visiting his patients'putrescence and poverty,
Flowers strewn like blood
over charred granite.

My romance with summer ended
we sealed our pact
with promises of silence

I scurried to the shade
and the joy of
leaning to my own shadow.

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