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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The Pyramid’s muse

Remains of the pyramids abound

in the sand and the desert around

No whisper of a sound would dart

there was love for the pyramid to start

 

There were halcoyn days ahead

to commemorate the pharoah instead

To cajole the favour from Gods

to cut with the chisel the bods

 

I must run and not take a cart

must I wait under the sun as my part

to play the subuterfuge to mar

as the heavnly cut chipped scar

 

I must now send a kiss

for the pyramd to never miss

an act to stall

to see through storm pall

 

The grandeur of Pyramid in desert

and to remain it as the love’s tarrot

Her slender hands hold the card

the pyramids still rise straight and hard

 

She waited for love to come and heal

with the pharoah’s seal.

While he drowned in the well

only to see him tell

 

the tale of pyramid’s promise

to hail the hero with tarrot surmise

All he need was to choose

a heavenly pyramid’s muse

 

 

 

 

A day to recompense

The sun was dressed in mortal hues as if spread like a seasonal ball

on a prostitute’s canvas of life dilly dallying with a sigh of bereft love

The wonderful skies I wish to touch as they bend down on daily grind

Nothing to cope with the universe but a light so fast as relative to

my own existence is nothing but a lifeline of horrednous proportions

I hesitate to pick the flowers from the floor as they are in dire respect

for the prostiute who now having seen the remembrance of love lost

loose on me for stinking money that I recompense with delight

And the shadow of the sun growing intense as love forsakes the Gods

who trifle with money and lag behind all the sheep in an effot to guide

the sheep through intense fire on icy molten rocks where fledgling birds

sweep on to kill the last remanant of love as seen by the prostiute through

corner of her eye. Rest all sweeps the vale where lay hidden love and diamonds.

The prostiute looked with a shine in the diamonds that are women’s forever friends

 

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!