Bent light

I

In this betwixt of moments

I surge forward to drink

from the wayfarer a cup of tea

who having gauged me

asked whither was I heading to?

To the oblivion of cops

sitting and sipping old days

nonetheless I paid him

a green note of love

and he promised me the love

of God is for me to taste

I drank from the cup

and felt the taste lingering

on till I saw Rajesh Khanna-

an erstwhile now dead Bollywood star

I ask what life has been?

A penchant for love and

girlfriend to the stars denied

transfixed I sat bemoaning

the words as I sputter on

laptop- the soul of a dying woman

having married the love of her life

she had one regret! That life ends

not with a whimper but a bang.

II

The monk having said everything

cried I am dead at last and in the afterlife

of stars married on to stars to breed

more of starry nights on the earth.

The dead woman crying all of sudden

and the wayfarer returning to sing

the song of forsaken diamond that

what life was- a trivial brute on the loot

to loot all the diamonds the curse

of love upon the earth bestowed

A paranormal romance having died

they met again in the mutliverse

where life is cheap but a diamond  ring

is for the abyssian maid who having

lived her days spent the summer

gauging winter and recalling

on the days’end- the lume spento

the bent light.

 

 

 

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Maiden Song

The beautiful sound errupted from the vale

a dancing maid took to the eyes with storm

bulging her eyes she crossed with the starry lover

who kept on singing the song of forsaken lore

Now she called upon the distant maid

her partner in the silly shove of potato crop

they were potato eaters now groping for more

love and love upon castles built in the air

Longing for her dreams, she danced lightly on her toes

as silently he played the dulcimer only to abandon

the song and the place in favour of mountains maroon

a galore!

 

 

 

 

A momento

I have a rhythm that blinds
the light falling from the sun
cut off into half like the melon
that I had put aside with pride
I would feed her with delight
and carefully nudge the body entwined
in a whisper,I hush the room
and bending upon the shadows
is the sunlight fixated upon the marble
stones where is the God? then
In a loose heaven off the north pole
on the dawning haze that I
open the door into a blazing day
hardly rubbished by time.
My time has been mend by the clock
on the wall. Here is the bend in
time and space and the empty room
is the place where all meet to forget
A tango!

what is love?

Two souls wait for each other like hunchback of Notre Dame wait for the evening gloam

Each bitting the web of time in its own way to merge love and beauty alike in equal measure

Morroco was a distant shore in those days where a painter would learn thousand stars stripped on to the canvas

And a muse of Montreal dreams chase the evening clouds out into the dusty roads till soaking wet in rain

What is love then? To pent up in rain, or stars, or dusty roads or each other then

to wait for nothing in the mildew thoughts of the mountains, to give away a part of oneself as the one soul speaks up

the silence in wooing the other for nothingness!

The love taste

Here I chew the gourd of love

a bitter sweet left in the mouth

which was less than a poison

for love was benighted king

of Romeo’s romance which

was a lark for Julliet’s sake

 

 

an idea to chew the pain is

one thing and to die for the

startling queen is quiet the

other that kills the silence

as if done to pieces the apple

of the adam in a crude haste

and to be quite over the coffee

as the whole populace is

celebrating  Easter.

The Couple

I was given to dissipation with the love for the bottle

That my hair turned white was a matter of later years

when I was given to a routine of life that was idleness

and then I learnt the woman is a shrinking mark of vermillion

parted in the middle of the hair with the pinch of forsaken love

that is the marriage of a couple dancing abandonly in life.

 

Hazardous days

In these hazardous days,

even air is empty of life,

like the soul of love,

which drinks water from the fountains,

in the wild heavens running with milky dew,

and nudges me in the elbow to belie,

what I have got,

an existence,

In essence,the winds blow,

and the air shuns its emptiness,

what is life?

A crossbed of desires,

to shake the mountains,

and in return embed,

it’s signature-

A dark temptation