Lavender in the field

Glanced the sore heart through the field amid tranquil lores;
Bleak but windy murmurs left answers untold:
Countless moments deceive the distance within the eyes –
Intimacy in disparity drifts away no pride.
White feathers clasped unspoken – fettered to the soul,
Gusty storm beneath the feet deepened, rumbled cold.
Purer still lavenders abound the sullen ground,
Beheld vacant spaces on canvas in time’s abode.
Halts prime to wonder the eyeline if meets the shore:
Awed the beaming face; was oblivious, now lost.

And I am

And I am lying in my bed.
The lightning lights the room.
The shadows that wave back at me
Tell me I am so alone.
The glasses on the door rattle with the thunder,
And there is floodwater beneath.
If I could dream of things to be now,
I’d ask you to stay.
I am very weary like I’d when job’s not alright.
Sitting, staring at people’s faces,
Looking for some solace that I need.
If I’ve grown so weak that
I’d stopped believing in the the Lord,
Where do I stay to escape the longings?
All prayers if stayed unheard,
And u received according to fate,
Then God does…
He always does according to His wishes.
What use is it to pray?

The Moment’s Best

Hustles now a throbbing pain,
Grey wind of cry, thunder’s flash;
The hour’s hand ends no despair;
Now confined to vaultless care.
Midnight then was heavy pour,
The corners crooked in trembling fear;
Memories blithe carelessly dismissed;
Etched words on front door stair.
Solitary one, let peace define.
Is it a chorus or gold of war,
A second’s defeat or another flair?
The moment’s best to give to her.


Fearless if this heart had been
And sang to lift a maiden fall,
Let spur believe, lo, distant angel call,
Lay choices for love to receive;
‘Tis unfair that must be gone,
Depart from where neither will see.
No shadowed love, no more to bear,
No longings to watch close and live;
Enlivened, forbearing but brazen care;
Is mighty on a lonesome gorge
Deeper beneath, now flowing on its own.
Pity days in fading faces; the one to shine
Is darkened deep in caves;
Like an eagle rested on rocks up high,
What desire could it heart convey?
In all the freedom it alights and soar,
Might it wander for a loving stay?

Bliss in a flower

Week’s been frailing into a song dearest tender known,
Soft whispers if let desire the night shall now be own;
Mystery that silences – fears of falling far;
Blooms of deepest wonder flounder more to bear.
If crazy keeps that beating, more in tranquil bed,
And treads taught ways of behaving mind,
I in my fullest would stutter, believing that’s been said,
Carry lines of fastidiousness and loathe the prolonged dead.
Twice if now it mattered lay all chambers of the heart,
Pine the bliss in flower, it’s name I’d utter.
Pictures that bless the feeling of sudden wishing care,
Find myself believing what ought not to share.
Days of living fragrance which breaks such solitude –
A perfect day in summer and the sunshine glimmers true;
In heaps of callow love now, when strings fondle harmony,
Buy my time to ponder – the cameo of the lily.

The Solitary Song

Candid I live now far too griped;
A domain door and wall to steal;
A vault this strong no common man
Had eyed beyond nor reveal.
The coldest night, calm and blind,
Fingers numb desperately slide.
Sheltered in tales conveyed,
Unseemingly bold yet draped
In questions of some oblivion might;
Echoes what far less than said.
Crinkle, crumble thoughts that build;
Contemplate a lingering denied;
Never in western sails I fought
Names always dared to write.

Far corners

Further while I passed the door, my footsteps on long corridor,
Each hurled in murmur fainting…
Torment not O echo of thy voice – plead thee with life.
Was I in slumber slain to bleed my limbs, fail to rise,
Stared at by the coldest walls, dark ceiling to vie?
At far end it stood and seemed to last;
Corners outshone blinding lights;
No warrior did ever lay hands on spoils so worth a prize.
Did I hear u call my name?
My lady, a silence so desired to stay –
The first I know to find longing so.

Across again


Merged two days, this mind wonders still…
Longer if to hold this beat, dear too nigh that none does know.
In crowded cheers, in thousand thoughts,
All gathered whispers in the hall, no reason fascinated so will draw –
Turn such sights across but her.
At night when times in desperate flee, hold a spur to light memories.
Each and every smile so flashes, bridges call to destiny.
Times that stood so silenced, adored like dusty dusky rays,
No borders meet though humbly found, tender throbs lead the way.
Like every breeze that slithers and fondles indifferent blades,
Her voice, an alluring laughter, soothes uncanny waves.

Heaven’s drizzle

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  • Standing in the hallway with blinking lights.
    Modest drizzle droplets slide down the panes beside;
    Each drop could be a wonder,
    Each drop that caught the eyes;
    If rain made heaven like today,
    What man deserved to die?
    Overgrown windowsill’s awe-inspiring,
    Lush with tender vines;
    Did Lord made the good earth
    Or man won it to their pride?
    Jacana still lingers long past the twilight,
    Has it begun to ponder of that’s left last to cry?
    And all the empty vases while waited petals grow,
    Invast seasons wishing the last withered no more.
    Like the satin curtains veiled nature’s play,
    On road to any heaven, man stood at doorway.
    No jump surpassed such tallness, or by strength overthrown,
    No music could reach the ears, the magic they did before.

    Street laurel

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  • Kept aside so long in time –
    Walks in alley of places deprived;
    Pictures pretty etched to despair
    When conjured, fastened to pain aware.
    Shattered hailstones on rooftops loud,
    Clouds of rain o’er washed down town.
    Old street lamps of the brightest few;
    Dun street ditches draw steps uneven.
    Lonesome on crossroads, dusky ripples or bronze
    Drops, so playful, train down umbrella ends.
    Darkened leaves that spatter against the crimson sky,
    Their broad contours enlivened along the tree-line.
    One way uplifts where signpost is maimed due,
    Market bound, perhaps for a boon companion too.