venom for my veins

in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
like infernal fire,
burning arteries and veins
cripple them all, leave no traces--

my heart bled red,
into streams of passion and regret,
at there you would beat forever.
soon I was awakened again
by quiet screams, jumbled thoughts
that spoke-

I lost you due to my lack of spine,
and now through the years, for you I would pine.

Dark Hope

on mopey skies
the moon sails,
dangling november stars,
so dimly-lit.

soon, darkness would conquer,
wash them off
sea's reflection.

under weeping clouds
i stand alone,
counting hopes--
one...twain...still so faint.

Just your Silhouette

how many shadows brushed past,
how long was that,
since the last glimpse of light
which blinded my sight,
finely captured;
closely reminisced
in my memory bank-
i realized in the end,
it's a deceiving phantasm,
just your silhouette
unmoved,
stagnant in my heart woes-

blue rose for you

the sun sank beneath the horizon,
leaving the sky bathed in shades of marmalade,
fading into pink, grey
and...infinite midnightblue

we paced on soft velvety sands,
our intertwined hands
seeking warmth in the night breeze;
your aquamarine irises,
my serendipity-

your ruby lips pressed mine,
firing red rose ember of my soul;
snow satin that brushed against my skin
how pure the touch was-
like the white rose!

pledging undying love
my bonny lass,
by the navy blue sea
i held a blue rose
promising eternity...

9a.m. under an oak

In this delightful morning,
cozily laid on her back
above was copper laurel of ageing oak,
hosting a spread of dewy grass in the vast field;
its leaves fell like notes from piano
Pianissimo music played from nowhere.
or was it elsewhere?

Look at the angelic sky!
a parade of goddesses dressed in white
smooth flowing golden hair,
creating a phantom of delight
in the fathomless serenity--
the bliss of solitude she’d yearned for so long well,
finally came to dwell.

winter

my window-pane is starred with frost,

the world is bitter cold to-night,

the moon is cruel, and the wind

is like two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all the homeless ones,

the beggars pacing to and fro,

God pity all the poor to-night

who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

my room is a bit of June,

warm and close-curtained fold on fold,

but somewhere, like a homeless child,

my heart is crying in the cold.

another favourite piece of mine.it's been long and long since i last wrote anything...

the poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive--anais nin

billet-doux from california

so gently I disclosed your love,
in that sweet note
smelling pomegranate-
swiftly familiar sights gathered;
our abode stood on the flat ground
brown, shimmering in heat.
dry geraniums made the patches,
tinted by magenta blossoms;
the yard was a pleasant tangle of olives and oranges .
towering eucalyptus stood along driveway,
shedding bark on their smooth trunks,
how unreal but perfect memory I own!
how I miss Californian home!

2:58am and still in love

speak to me...

i forget so easily,

i still miss your
voice once more...

i can see us,
in the places where all the other people see,
and believe love should be,
too far, too close,

i feel you in the
only place
that allows me to feel,

my senses of being around here are gone,
left in beds with dreams that seemed so real,
have you forgotten me or i've forgotten too fast,

somethings are heavier than the rain
and tears are hidden by the weather
...the little things are all the same,
too hard to miss, i feel them better...
in slow motion falling and never,
to ever
actually fall at all,
making no sense of
love...

i'm filled with your breath and i sing your songs,
i still awake to light steps upon my roof,
and pray to the clouds hovering
to carry as love so longs-
speak to me & i'll promise to never move

p/s: not my work but so beautiful right..
It speaks the unspeakable, utters the inutterable sigh of the heart. - L.Ferlinghetti

simple is eternal

pure as dove,
o my love.
live it simple
make no grumbles
for joy would come near-
hear me not,
there’s a knock!
“welcome mr felicity,”
Here is door to eternity.

life spectrum

Red, the rose, poppy, the poinsettia,
Life of blood red passion and fire,
Orange, the pumpkin, the carrot,
Life begins as sunrise ends as sunset,
Yellow, the sun, moon, the star,
Icons of gaiety and laughter,
Green, the grass, trees, the leaves,
Evergreen life and everlasting hopes,
Blue, the sky, the seas,
Reflecting serenity and space,
Purple, the grapes, amethyst,
Strength that shall never cease,
Violet, the Viola,
Let there be blossom o life.

Longing for your presence again

I search for your deep blue eyes
across the vast glimmering ocean
straddles the earth like my amour foe

Ripples upon ripples
beating at the tempo of my heart
your voice echoes in the ear
greeting the silence of night

clock, memories

the clock hung still

on eucalyptus wall.

its archaic hands, unmoved—

my vague memories, unfazed—

time ceased the moment you had left me.

i gazed and gazed- with thoughts

that wandered as a lonely cloud under somber sky.

tick-tock, tick-tock-

at intervals an ember of hope sparkled,

hoping the stolid clock to rewind.

as all was in vain,

some divine despair filled my heart,

so sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

sky of love

A sky of azure blue,
Across the horizon magnificent golden rays blaze,
Up a hill lush greenery spreads,
On which yellow daffodils blossom,
Bees buzzing, birds chirping,
Ever so fragrant and melodious,
Little two in the midst,
Whispering love and promises,
Gently the wind blows,
Nature be their witness,
Under the sky of love