1
Something glimmered,
In amber glass
Butterflies- in sunbeams
Turned into iridescent beings-
In the evening sky
In opal glimmer of velvet wings
Azure and silver mariposa
Once of the September air,
Mercurial wings- now fixed forever,
Your moods, visions of unexplored valleys
Frozen in the vase,
The desires of your enamored soul-
Bare hearts, unlatched in crystal panes
In passion
Of vague tenderness and pale moonlit nights
I brood, watching your silence,
Not a word-
Something glimmers,
A dancing pair,
Tinkling clockwork hearts…
18 Sep 2009
2
Where from does the firefly
Seek love from wells gone dry?
Of tears shed
Wandering arms spread for you
Wizened old eyes
Wither more in the fall,
Winter drags more than ever
Passions of dread
When ashes from the hearth spread
Your eyes leave so much unsaid,
Just the shivers of an evening lost
In passion that came and fled
In torrents, unspent, within the throbs
Wither went all that heat
And the flickers of flames that once were
The brilliance we sought?
Where from does the fiery fairy
Beseech my love- I am long removed
From your time and space
Afloat in limbo, a long undead
Whisper reminds there was me, in your heart
That insane wants of Now, coiled like centipedes
Strummed spasms…
Hear mine
Words of a long gone past,
In a delicious blur
My parallel universe!
19 Sep 2009
3
IT IS NOT SO…
Some Sunday
When I'm young again
I'll write you to find out how you have been-
Your frenzied lips and dutiful skin
Your pleated skirts- moods to tease the volcano
When we are young again
I'll kiss your cheek and say that I have learnt something…
Some Sunday
It would be the paradise humming within
Like bits of cloud, the raindrops-
On blatant portals of amorous thoughts
Finally coming in thick squints
The suicidal moon- you test a darker complexion
And breasts heavy with gravity
Out of nowhere a sudden scar
Faint gallops of rhetorical moist lips
Rocking on lounge chairs
Watching flesh burning hot
You’re too predictable
Turning in through
Dishonest doors, indifferent windows
And shadows in the pillows
Sunday morning stripping the Barbie
Watching beautiful hard lines of flesh
Voids, misplaced dominoes
Strangers at every corner with lipstick on
And the radiance of careless words
Buying, eyeing obvious vanities
Malfunctions in touch- grenades
You tried to tell me how beautiful it was
To be like live torn stockings cheating up cold legs
Obvious vagabonds- fingers sans eyes cruising
Some Sunday when I'm young again
I'll write you to find out how you have been-
It is not so, the future
Is unseen, of Sundays within…
21 Sep 2009
Something glimmered,
In amber glass
Butterflies- in sunbeams
Turned into iridescent beings-
In the evening sky
In opal glimmer of velvet wings
Azure and silver mariposa
Once of the September air,
Mercurial wings- now fixed forever,
Your moods, visions of unexplored valleys
Frozen in the vase,
The desires of your enamored soul-
Bare hearts, unlatched in crystal panes
In passion
Of vague tenderness and pale moonlit nights
I brood, watching your silence,
Not a word-
Something glimmers,
A dancing pair,
Tinkling clockwork hearts…
18 Sep 2009
2
Where from does the firefly
Seek love from wells gone dry?
Of tears shed
Wandering arms spread for you
Wizened old eyes
Wither more in the fall,
Winter drags more than ever
Passions of dread
When ashes from the hearth spread
Your eyes leave so much unsaid,
Just the shivers of an evening lost
In passion that came and fled
In torrents, unspent, within the throbs
Wither went all that heat
And the flickers of flames that once were
The brilliance we sought?
Where from does the fiery fairy
Beseech my love- I am long removed
From your time and space
Afloat in limbo, a long undead
Whisper reminds there was me, in your heart
That insane wants of Now, coiled like centipedes
Strummed spasms…
Hear mine
Words of a long gone past,
In a delicious blur
My parallel universe!
19 Sep 2009
3
IT IS NOT SO…
Some Sunday
When I'm young again
I'll write you to find out how you have been-
Your frenzied lips and dutiful skin
Your pleated skirts- moods to tease the volcano
When we are young again
I'll kiss your cheek and say that I have learnt something…
Some Sunday
It would be the paradise humming within
Like bits of cloud, the raindrops-
On blatant portals of amorous thoughts
Finally coming in thick squints
The suicidal moon- you test a darker complexion
And breasts heavy with gravity
Out of nowhere a sudden scar
Faint gallops of rhetorical moist lips
Rocking on lounge chairs
Watching flesh burning hot
You’re too predictable
Turning in through
Dishonest doors, indifferent windows
And shadows in the pillows
Sunday morning stripping the Barbie
Watching beautiful hard lines of flesh
Voids, misplaced dominoes
Strangers at every corner with lipstick on
And the radiance of careless words
Buying, eyeing obvious vanities
Malfunctions in touch- grenades
You tried to tell me how beautiful it was
To be like live torn stockings cheating up cold legs
Obvious vagabonds- fingers sans eyes cruising
Some Sunday when I'm young again
I'll write you to find out how you have been-
It is not so, the future
Is unseen, of Sundays within…
21 Sep 2009
4
Palm Scroll
Come, read the palm scroll,
Words, inked tears
Steep into its folds,
Be my muse, wild woman-
Painted desires
Vibrant streaks of blood
On a python totem-
The mark of the Red Goddess of love!
On your forehead, vermilion?
Tell me,
With what name shall I welcome
The bride of poverty-
Into this nest
Did love ever have a religion?
Transcend death, does love at all?
Grass always grows over the grave,
The copper body that lived so long,
Now history
Wail woman,
Your tears in red ink,
On the palm scroll
26 Sep 2009
Palm Scroll
Come, read the palm scroll,
Words, inked tears
Steep into its folds,
Be my muse, wild woman-
Painted desires
Vibrant streaks of blood
On a python totem-
The mark of the Red Goddess of love!
On your forehead, vermilion?
Tell me,
With what name shall I welcome
The bride of poverty-
Into this nest
Did love ever have a religion?
Transcend death, does love at all?
Grass always grows over the grave,
The copper body that lived so long,
Now history
Wail woman,
Your tears in red ink,
On the palm scroll
26 Sep 2009
