Outside my window

Outside my window is a mountain, a tree and three chirpy birds
Outside your window is a mountain, a tree and three tall buildings
Outside my window is the breeze flowing in
Outside your window is the smoke fuming out
Outside my window the mountain is green
Outside your window the mountain is hallowed grey
Outside my window is so much peace
Outside your window is just a sky piece
Outside my window i sent kisses your way
Your closed window kept them at bay!

These precious hours and two cities

One whose alleys crowd my mind

One whose pull you could never resist

You slept through the strains of

Long forgotten distant lands

While I roamed with your memories

In the city of our fate…

I did not sleep

I could not sleep

‘Cause the unsaid

Between you and me

Spoke to me all night…

tangles of destiny

Come and I shall lead you

Through the layers of existence

Till we reach that knot

Of our souls…

Strange silken threads

Entangled and detangled

Let me show those

Wells of sensations

Quenching your thirst

Of generations

Let me place the flame of the moon

Under the canopy of fragrance

For you to walk past

Into the palace of my existence

Let me sprinkle some tears

And moisten the petals

Of hesitant desires

Waiting to be touched and crushed

To poetic deaths…

Hold my hands and clasp it light

Least our destinies

Are entwined forever…

the lamp

As the darkness of silence

Turns a shade darker

You light the lamp

Of conversation between us

The glass it glows and warms up

Comforts and bakes

Your emotions

Melts mine at places…

Till am afraid

Unsure of your intentions

Will the wick burn out?

And blacken the glass?

Sooty and opaque

Just like our feelings…

Or did my erratic breath

Just flicker that flame?

Will you cup your palms?

And steady the lamp

Of conversation between us?

canvas....

Take a quick dip

Watch the swirl colour past you

Feel enchanted by the myriad shadow

Of your being

Wet and whet

Set up in white

With hints of red

Go meet the green

Create profusion

Of long lost woods

Just a dash of brown

Their clasped embrace

That quivering drop of dew

At the tip of her hair

Did you create it?

Or its make believe?

Paintbrushes and canvas

Or taut, touched and framed illusions???

You are my last indulgence…

I send you couplets

Full of hope and joy

I wish you the moon,

Sun and the ever changing sky

I serve you the last saved up

Piece of dream and cream

I see you in the mirrors

Of the soul

I paint you with

The faintest shade of pink

Least you recognize it

In your sleep…

Least your blue quilt

Faintly gives off

That quaint smell of

My stale unshed tear

I fear you’d raise your hand

And let me play

With the mirages of destiny

And simply clasp my fingers

At the first tinkling of laughter

Ours…

And then lead me back

Into the streets so bare

Through the latticed alleys

Of time and prime

Into my own world…

I shall cherish that oasis of touch

Always…reminding myself

That you were my last indulgence…