reverberation

It's "how" that always
succumbs to a "why".
Renegade "me",
pricked, mended and crystallized
by the satiny shaved solitude
slumbers over the palliasse
of an eternal "You"-ness.
love, prosified.
Sigh!
"You" impaled a lifeless "me".

V@@S..

echoes

The endless echoes and reechoes
of "YoUr" Silence sustains "him"
within a convulsive "me".
And "I" am neither the subject any more
nor "You"..

We have dissevered our
nights, paths and an irrefutable reality
bruising love.

Endurance has it's own limit
with respect to the amplitude of loneliness
and I dampen the same
to make sure,
"You" are always safe
in my heart..

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...

looks

The tempest has taught me indeed;
'how violent the silence falls'.
Blur are the unhappy eyes
but not the way they look.

evolution

Obnubilate are the words
i whisper, but eyes speak it all.
There was no "I", even, no "You" at a time;
we evolved from nothingness and diffused ourselves
within the limits of our carmined wings.

feral blues

Yesterday,
within the swarthy lone night
I unwrapped "YoU" newly
"YoU", slowly burning carmined
and
"I", keep falling;
mellowed,dethawed
as molten wax.
---
Today,
I am walking a road,
that was never mine.
Its the curves
I had choosen to find "YoU"
at a node, betrayed.
---
Confidence! is so poor to hold on often!
---
Tomorrow,
I may laugh; once,
louder, more louder
while holding a rose
upon the palm
and
failing to discriminate between
YoU and PaIn.

Mute

The bemused muse
draping her lambent eyes;
beckoning me wistfully,
Piercing the eternal opacity
of my withered Heart.

fellow

I presume
that i walk alone
but still i see
a road constantly
walking with me.

Stillness

Can't the heart
be still?
Or beating
is the only sound
that stillness
breathes?

Road

How sad
the road lays tonight!
May be it doesn't like me
walking alone.

Suppose!

Suppose this night
stays on,
will you borrow
some more love from
the sullen fog
or
shall i wait
for the moon
to delude my eyes?

loneliness

You extend my existence
beyond infinity
and i confine myself within you.

Sung

I hear
what the words murmur,
do you?

nature

I close my eyes
and see
the dew drops
making love with
the deep green seams.

October

Let the stars
yearn tonight
and moon ,scream louder.
Blame not the azure sky,
October has passed away.

Bewrayed

Ravaged sentience,
quiescent eyes
cloistered soul
all grew me up
when You bewrayed.