A glimpse of her waist , through her draped black saree , Tinkling of her anklets As she runs across the wet grass and Plucks a fresh petal from gulmohar To festoon her bun,
Happiness to me was Her chappy lips and That mascara scattered all across Her eyes , Her lying next to me , when I Woke up and resting her head On the bed like a foetus to her mother,
Her insecurities about her weight And height , and my constant Teasing her , Kissing her gently on the forehead Whenever we met , I don't know what gave me joy, Perhaps every little thing That was HER / While she was mine
I took myself out for a date , under the candy skies But poisoned days , for long I've been a languorous snail , with frizzy hair and not-pampered nails,
1 . The salt of waves , stacked on my lips, As a barrier to my sadistic talk, Blew up in a blink of eyes, My sand castle built so tall, For it all got me to think, Too much to build , Too little to sink;
2. The pine trees and bamboo stalks, Standing amidst the gravels coarse , Sheltering from the thoughts in winds, Rhyming but the little things ;
3. A table laid for brandy and malt, Freshly-out-of-plant rose, And chairs but two for lovers' halt, I placed my soul on other to propose /
I took me out for a little date, To know myself a bit more , Little did I know , I had so much love in store!
Slaughtered tongues suppressing chimeras On the doors of broken teeth, daunt the shivers On the threshold of goosebumps , Where the veins blemish kisses of rejections On the fringes of bosom , discoloured to pale;
To choose or not to choose , I ask , Subtitling my love to some words written on epitaph , A grave of emotions , hushed like swallowed rhymes, Choking on syllables of a tattered novel,
Something as broken as the paraphrase of an unused book , I unleash my palms to rest on the irony of love , Dust that forges gold , paralyzed to smut of a mutating cancerous heart,
I untie the threads and study the embroidery of the pieces , How the fabricated wodges of blood , pump everything but love !
You promised that won't be the last goodbye, While you were painting sunsets on the canvas of shivered skies, While my fingers drew broken gypsies on the melted seashores, Foraging for the sand castles that got washed away to the lovers next doors;
Under the maples whose shadows cradle inside my auburn hair , And the 11.11 wishes etched on the lines of my palm like distinct constellations, I still cherish that we share the same Moon, the same stars and the same Universe !
In the wonder of your laughter, the morning crumbled chocolate chip cookie crumbs in the bottom of the bag. Where the day begins, the night grays, sways, slips away hides in the closets and deepens the shadows, opens itself to the silence, we leave between us when feelings speak.
“Silly,” a hand tousles my hair and the lips are a breath upon my ear, a maze for the tongue and laughter becomes a hum. Waking, a boat coming out of the fog on to a lake, splashed with sunlight and geese cruising about strutting on the shore like old men inspecting civilization.
Our hands digging into the good earth and discovering each other. we try to walk side by side down the hallway. it isn’t big enough for our dreams even as it leads us to the doorway of the kitchen. We rub shoulders walk sideways making funny faces, fall into kisses, discover we can spin around and around and around till we are dizzy with joy coming to roost.
Two scrambled, a rasher on the side, orange sweetness a dash of lime. Fresh fruit, you and me, what do you see? “Eat your breakfast before it grows cold. I will pour the coffee before it gets old.” Humming birds at their feeder, Cardinals attacking the seed, your eyes sparks of agate as you blow the steam into images of you with me.
Moibus mornings, where do they begin, where do they end?
Listen to your senses, let the body breathe Yin and Yang -- we move moment by moment sailing ships upon an infinite sea. Tides follow a planet's call we choose our stars and set a course, nets out hoping we gather love. Come with me and release your shadows, pick flowers where we may. Help me discover every way love can find expression and all the ways to plant it in everyday.
Million were the dreams I sowed on the fertile land of hope, eyes closed and eyes open awaiting for a distant call with enchanted visions to glittering roads, Where I smelled the space between 4 am's when the world used to be quiet and I made one and an another attempt with bated breaths to seek where my dreams go.
I blindfolded myself from decaf voices barbing about failures of my dark roasted dreams, 'cause my chaotic cornea was only decorated with origami of schedules and to-do lists.
Mercury was rising due to temper of my backlogs, the heat adversely wilted the sunflower of hope, I once sowed in the fields, on canvas of my imaginations.
The whimsical results popped as notifications on my phone, always left my utmost efforts to be just bare minimum, breaking my peppermint paper houses of expectations everytime, leaving self-doubt and self-hatred to me, 'cause I considered my subconsciousness as the only culprit, behind the robbery of less secured focus in the bank of my chaotic mind.
Reeking of hope and sunshine even after getting bruised in the just passed hurricane, blooming into a flamboyant firefly to enlighten the nights that paint themselves with the colour of clouds before rain, raising up in Gogh's verdant fields with fragile heart yet braver will like dandelions betwixt weeds, breezing life around the vicinity tossing fragrance of love and affinity humming croons of a nightingale and tales breathing in Riverdale.
For me you're this sunflower, bright and vibrant.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Harshi, may you always illuminate light around you like a firefly. You really ace it when it comes to writing a love poem, you're the synonym of aestheticism. Your words have a fragrance, an aroma that rejuvenates my soul plus you're a very beautiful human whom I met here. Thank you for always being there ❤️