Triad

The lidless nights
depart with an unjust you;
utterly unjust between the moments of 'Us'.
Hence I subtract 'me' to sanctify the rest.

Some dreams are
miserably chromatic,
so I have spared
a little more darkness
for you to palpebrate.

One day, I may need
to bedim my face
with the oddments left
and---
I shall cipher love into silence.


V@@S...

Raincoat

It's December that always deceives.
Unlike other winters, here I draw a life
into maps; maps of different seasons.
I put aside the winter and hold the rain for me.

Every thing is different with december.
Some dreams are borne neath the blanket
and burnt neath the same,
except a few stolen to sustain my identity
with the Raincoat.

V@@S..

achromatic

My feelings are hydrophilic,
So 'I' owe a lot to 'YoU'
unlike the insolated
domains around 'Us'.

'I' conceal myself from the summers,
cocoon my head on 'Your' lap
and 'YoU' buy me the colours and rains.

'YoU' had no affinity for colours,
So 'YoU' prefer me to be achromatic

and--

I offer 'YoU' a day
and a million nights

to
live,
muse..

V@@S...

subterfuge

I was still, numb--
and the road passed relatively
with the clouds.
I clung slowly escaping the shadows foregone
to reach unto the palm of darkness.
I merely saw any colour.

You may inculpate me if I say,
the Gulmohar was colourless,

but I am not..

Missed Hue.

SweetHeart, "Write a poem for me"
where there would be flowers, butterflies,
rainbow and a river.
Allayed!
He wrote the best poem of his life.
Sigh! It was numb, colourless(!)
---
Sweetheart,"did You add love
to your words?"

Nay!

Thus
He missed love
and all the colours around...