Death

An acrid form of evil, 

It stood on the threshold of life, 

Laughing in gay abandon, 

It summoned the breath of the living.

Life stood invalidated.

Staring into pitiless eyes.

but true to life’s calling, death withstood,

its calm and patient address,

Life a beauty, smouldering in the arms of death.

Death occupies, the territory of existence.

Crushing spirits that imbibe on mundane. 

Does it allure the end of the exquisite?

Does it set right the beginning of another marvel?

For the unloved, it brings hope. 

For an unbeliever faith.

For the hardworker, it ushers peace.

For the wicked fear.

Yet a stranger it stands, 

evoking its unbiased purpose.

Rose and Breeze

a rose bud genteel
danced in graceful strokes
embodied in green sepals
she murmured a song

sweet voice of the rose
overheard by a breeze
soft blanket of whispers
the voice did please

breeze listened keen
and watched the rose bud sway
he turned and twirled
tickled the rose bud gay

bells of sweet laughs
swishes of  sepals
noddy butterfly smiles
ignited the breeze’s mind

curious breeze nudged
wanted to see rosebud
asleep in a cocoon
she never budged

breeze grew anxious
with each passing day
he blew soft kisses
waited with renewed hope

rose bud took her time
she needed to grow
unlike breeze's thoughts
she was slow to glow

one day the breeze raged
in fumes of dismay
cried tears of yearning
rosebud never a word say

he danced in agony galore
never knew what was in store
for beyond spoken words, his fury
changed him to an ogre

no more was he a breeze
but a roaring desert storm
in gushes of sand and dust
on dry dunes he roamed

a golden chilly morn
rose flower was born
from womb of a bud
came a beauty that shone

rose looked deep
far into the horizon
searched for a breeze
whose touch she knows

Days she waited
for the breeze to return
the breeze never came
with that face of demon

storm calmed one day
thought of going back the way
to see rosebud
the darling of his eye

rose had waited long
and wilted instead
she fell on the ground
and became one with the mud

breeze couldn’t stop
death of  his loving rose bud
a pain he couldn’t cope
he came long after she was dead

breeze tore apart
wept in hugs and kisses
dust she was
that dust he carried in his heart

Moments

When moments just slip drop by drop in silence unperturbed.

When distances seem bigger in proximity.

When wandering thoughts remain obstinately untamed.

When dreams get lost in memories oblivion.

When each breath unceremoniously sigh.

When tears flow in a furious surge.

Sand Heart

A heart on sand, waiting destiny beyond.

Blue waters who laugh, at its pathetic portray.

Anxiously it stares at its permeable foe,

When it comes rippling to swallow, as swiftly as it can go.

At a fingers distance, though it touches the rim,

But waters cannot harm the solitary sand heart’s limn.

Molded in a shape with a momentary grace,

The sand heart awaits the alacrity of waves.

When deep in the dark, liquid curls gathers force,

In an instance of rage, roaring with feelings all foul.

Hastening furious waves, with notions none remorse,

They eventually consume the sand heart whole.

Fading date

A fading date in the diary of a month,

Twinkled a spark, sustained the memory of a day.

A date etched in the mind, reluctant to be wiped away.

A decade it remained, a stone before lashing waves.

Never to be neglected, never to be erased.

Memories have passed, faces forgotten,

Friends lost while life pursued.

Time limitless, buzzing activities,

Relations made, promises broken.

Love reclined, to a subtle corner

Never to be bothered, never to be remembered.

A date forbade, to close on the reminiscences,

Of a forgone age, a forgotten era.

Key to open, a space vast,

Only bridge, to cross over.

A link from the bygone

Weaving threads to the past

Never to be broken, never to be alone.