On Love

Two hearts meet;

to leave as strangers....

An eager promise;

kept only when it's broken....

Brevity

In the end, we all are just that,



Shadows that bleed....

Waltz

As dusk tenderly descends over the world, night awaits, with moist eyes and fingers curled,
Forlorn, for her lover is about to depart,
As the brooding moon grieves, in the shadow of sepia leaves,
I'm beginning to read the poetry in my heart.

Petals

The best of flowers are often found along the worst of roads.

Do the walk of life.

Return

No more do raindrops burst my dreams,
Never again will tears refuse to flow,
Among the thousand pearls scattered around,
I'm the one in the salty ocean below.

Not like every drone of misery,
Who in the glow of cold comfort basks,
Would rather be a disfigured face,
All alone in a sea of wooden masks.

Tired of living within the lines,
Leading a life of dots and dashes,
On fire, I set myself once again,
Just to kneel and gather my ashes.


The shackles all lie burnt and broken,
Like hope born out of every strife,
As my past holds its breath,
This is me, coming back to life.

No more a firefly in daylight.

Drift

In the garden of my heart, I'm still learning to tell the thorns from the roses.

Sigh

I'm hanging outside the 11.40 pm local and the rain is lashing across my face with a fury so vicious that I'm blinded by the cascade.

I struggle to open my eyes, fighting against the gale, just enough to see tiny droplets clinging onto my eyelashes, as the city passes by in a blur; like a flurry of fireflies in a black forest.



Pure, vintage Bombay.