I am back from my sabbatical, been long time i have written anything original and good, time to delve deeper to poetry and understand life.
Happy April.
Tag Archives: Poetry
A Pause , for Love
This road which I travel everyday,
Feels heavy for your hands disappears
when I look for it :
In reality
dreams
and the sensation of your smell.
A sunlight isn’t warm
when you don’t hear a laugh that wakes you up.
It is shallow,
the plants aren’t as soft as they were,
the coffee is acidic somehow.
I trace you
in meetings,
lunch
and the in the soft warmth of the dinner
How do I replace us from you.
to sweeten this all,
I decipher a picture
a picture of us.
to quantify a smile is difficult
to quantify a distance behind is impossible
I shall wait for a proper sunlight,
the perfect darkness of the night
with you,
Its the least I can do,
Its the most I am doing.
Love is a Mirror
It’s a transparent glass
for when I see myself
I am seeing you seeing me,
from the corners, from the glass
smiling at me without a reason
my anxious heart can’t bear this
the mercury and the reflection’s creation.
Unless I hear you
or see you, before all this
my morning disturbs itself
by your visions and voices.
This distance somehow,
has nothing to do with
memories of ours,
We humans have built computers,
without emotions and a without heart
but at the end of day
I shall seek you in mirrors,
seeking our heart, seeking ourselves
I peek in the mirror
and the shaving blade cleaves through my chin,
somehow the flower blossoms, like every morning
because I see you, smiling at me
for love is a mirror.
you are my mirror.
A Cat’s Conundrum
A Sage blessed us nine lives :
I think about it and I somehow let us dissolve
in the nine clouds
each made up of ways
of us waking up together
next to our perpetual bliss.
Of me, being next to you, every-time,
dissolving, disappearing
Meghalaya, Māwsynrām
a million miles, a separation in river
I learnt to swim,
in a warm untouched river,
because I saw you,
calling me.
Do it, as if you don’t respect :
these lines of these foolish landscapes.
your heart, I shall trace.
In these sands with no heart,
In these ocean with no love,
In these air, with no warmth.
I am, devoid:
complete me.
with a voice.
as you always do.
I shall float.
like the moon,
for earth.
warmest nostalgia
wet pine trees,
the rain caressing the leaves,
a grey blanket, suffocates the green,
ice cold puddles, breeze and breath
I walk past, barefoot.
my toes cold enough to dream of summer,
towards the old house,
where the verandahs are free,
segmented and full of flowers.
the bed nearby astonishingly dry,
I sleep, beneath a velvet blanket
the air kept calling me,
the rain kept dreaming of me.
I wake up to a faint sun,
6:31 am , and warmth has melted,
smell this nostalgia,
now.
Library
To write about you,
is to write about me,
my heart is so shared with you,
like this weather of summer
discomforting but teasing.
I wake up everyday and wait,
for your messages
despite the time difference that separates us:
This distance is a number,
I tell my dilapidated eyes.
My vocal cord disagrees counting them.
Your brown cat eyes, full of distant memories pulls me up
in our cloudy sunshine,
what else do I want, than be next to you
somehow, somewhere.
To read some books, sip some lemonade.
|not because a million other people feel the same
but because you picked me up sometime,
somehow like a rare book in a bookstore, without a pause.
I was readable somehow.
I was interesting.
I have to be a collectible,
the one you take with you,
to sleep in those cold, gloomy afternoons.
Again and again and again,}
till you forget about your library.
SB
Drift
as you drift away, In the bus whose windows
are nothing but drops of the last night’s rain.
Remember, these castles
and cathedrals : memoirs of a fading
glorious past, these icy beaches and almost kissed shorelines,the sun hiding somewhere in the clouds. This wind, just before it rains,
This all brings me back to you.
So if your fingers tingles with a breeze,
Its just me dreaming of you.
I am not there but somewhere I shall slip into your heart with a smile for no reason.
Bear this presence till you reach your destination, this journey is nothing but a pause, where I wait for you, as always.
Writings to Heaven 