Loss

Oh, if not for this chatter in the mind,
I won't have been blind
to softly caressing greeting by a flower;
autumnal breeze's cool shower;
a flowery branch's tipsy sway;
a dew glinting in the sun's ray;
a bird's chirpy pun;
another's flight for fun;
slight shift of a cloud in the sky;
a lonely heart's sad sigh;
the unsaid behind someone's words;
the silence enveloping the noisy birds;
pain hiding behind a smile;
tears lurking behind a joyous pile;
the pause shadowed by the mad race;
suffering behind an angry grimace;
the light hidden under the dust;
the imperishable under the surface rust.
Oh, if not for the chatter of this mind,
so many things won't have'n left behind,
unsaid, unseen, unfelt, unheard, untouched, unsmelt,
Oh, if not for this chattering mind
a treasure won't have'n left behind. 

A dawn

On a vintage autumn night
tremulous dewy stars
kiss the seasonless silence
spread over the lips of darkness,

A mysterious hand caresses

the tousled tresses of the night,

Whimsical swirls and ripples

of the passing seconds

in the vast, silent pools of darkness.
Someone's exhausted sobs 

and ceaseless moans
now dive forever into the
measureless serenity 
of the slumbering eternity.
The high tide of darkness
swallowed the star,
And the gloom
added to its
invisible shades to the far.
Then keen and warm light filters from
the eastern horizon,
Flits across the misty, dewy curtains.
I feel a benevolent new sun,
a new fireball
with warm blessing rays.
  

The mountain eagle

The mountain eagle--

a hunting, humming sophistication--
unabashedly flying in splendor and ecstasy,
Its unquenchable, well-mapped tempests
creating an airy, overwhelming firmament,
But does this fraction of neatly ordered reality
possess anything good
for the prey as well?

A little place

In the hills there is a corner little,
Peaceful, silent and still,
Motherly protects the hill
the daughterly shrine pearly,
The sun cometh early
and kisses the dew-jewelled cobwebs,
Shines upon the watery beads,
Fatherly the sun reads
all that was mysteriously written at night,
Away from all light,
With its softly reading touch
stars shine much,
The dew shines and smiles,
away-away from all guiles,
like the jewellery of bushes and grass.

Herein I walk in sometimes,
Gently seeking permission to be let in,
Away from the noisy din,
And like a smiling host
it feels my weary roast,
And without boast,
the kindest host,
opens her gates
to this little soothing place
set-up by the
free-flowing spontaneity 
of the existential force. 

The moth that burned the flame

O thou lady moth,
Holding 'this' and 'that'
in your hands both,
Accuse thou me the flame
and put all the blame
on my burning male flame.

You say,
keeping your own mischief at bay,
that I burned your wings,
How stoutly self-justification sings!
You blame
fully aflame
that you scalded your skin
in going around my fiery orbit's din.

Dear, let me share this,
Lies lie buried under your kiss 
and a selfish hiss
under thy whisper soft
and the best fakery held aloft.

You complain of scalded skin
and bruised wing,
But what of me?
If you could ever feel and see!
You just feel the heat
of the fire,
o thou liar,
The fire that burns in my heart's each beat,
It was merely warmth,
as your miseries swarmth,
to melt your rigid icicles of pain,
And amazing was the gain,
You bloomed and flowed,
Your face glowed
with a new lovely hue,
And now thou rue
that it was a scalding, furious fire,
O thou my sweet liar,
Know this that,
my wily cat,
you pierced my heart
with your sweet poison's dart,
And drilled a hole in my flame,
putting on me all the blame.

Thou proudly walk away
with all coquettish sway,
leaving a hole in me,
which nobody can see,
A hole more fiery
than my entire flame,
And the crown of shame.

You hurl accusations
with a shine in your eyes,
But you should know the flame dies
hundred times
for each little scald of yours. 

A morning walk in a misty vale

I feel reborn,

After a dark night all forlorn,
When the sunrays come, 

embracing me as a chum,
kissing the early morning mist,

opening the darkness' fist,
The beads of dew

lying like scattered bridal jewellery
after the conjugal night,
The remnants of mischievous bite,
Now they shine under light,
Glittering diamond is the dew,
Real gems left so few,
The air fresh and cool,
Refreshing pool,
There I go,
Birdy songs in tow,
Walk on the little path,
Feeling freshest after the bath,
Silence, peace embracing me,
Softly whispering, 'Dear, just be!
Everything is yours to see, 

Walk your journey,
Sing your song,
Own your feelings,
Accept your wrongs,
Forgive those who hurt you,
Own the choice that went wrong,
See then how light you feel,
As light as this sunlit, misty veil,
Then you will just flow,
with a beautiful glow,
Walk slow
and shake hands with this little flower
beautifully burdened under dewy shower,
Smile, greet as they line up
by your almost untrodden path,
They are the loving, lauding audience
as you reach home
after that puzzling, tiring roam.' 

A deal

Why do most of the
relationships fall apart?

Because a fake buyer

met a simple but eager seller.

When two people meet,

a man and a woman,

and woo each other 

to win their respective favours,--

Some body's delight,

Some balm for the heart in plight.

They tease and bait

testing their fate,

To catch the coveted fish of pleasure,

or gems from heart's hidden treasure,

But baiting naturally involves attraction,

A cute hypnotism and some innocent distraction,

The hook needs a tasty worm,

It's a claw disguised as food

waiting in the stream of varying mood.

It's a sweet tussle of flesh and spirit,

One catches

and the other gets caught

after a nice extravagantly battle fought,

It's a complete play

involving dialogues, drama and plot,

The pursuit should be hot.

For her, the ignition of initial chemistry needs 

a handsome knight in shiny armour

capable of carrying all the colors of her dreams,

While she has to be a beautiful princess

full of promises 

carrying fidelity, pleasure, care and share,

The expectations are high

as both vie 

to fit in the other's eye,

So both adorn a nice costume

befitting the other's brightest dreams.

The man comes with more fakery

than the woman

because he has to catch the huge whale 

of her expectations of a complete man,

He thus dons a glittering costume

to match the stars in her eyes,

While a woman need not fake at all

beyond faint brushing of her physical charms,

as that is all that swarms

the infatuated man's brain and brawn,

Her beauty is all that is there to see,

The man is eying only that with a glee.

Thus a fake customer meets

a simple, coquettish seller,

Promising to buy the entirety of her dream,

Leaves that her in an ecstatic stream,

The deal thus gets done,

Proceeds then all fun,

Sadly, after the pleasure-run

his costumes come off gradually,

She is now surrounded by her broken dreams,

The naked stranger stands affront,

Now she can hardly recognise 

the purchaser of her dreams,

Her soul screams

as she realises that

she'd sold herself on fake promissory notes.

The strangers then fight,

The love-flower bugged with blight,

Darkness where it was all bright,

Hopes now out of sight,

They now bargain a separation,

Guilt, anger, accusations, justifications fly

not leaving any space even for a smiling bye.