The sacred altar

One has to approach
This altar,
Naked.
Place the beating heart
At this sacred pedestal
And stand to worship.
Reach the deep insides
And surrender completely.
Burn away,
Slowly but intensely.
So, here I am.
My prayers rising
With the incensed mists.

Cumulonimbus

You barged in.
Like a violent storm.
And a raging chaos followed.
The walls of my heart faltered.
Bursts of lightning
Filtered through the cracks
Setting me ablaze.
Lulled by thunderous claps,
I found my peace.
Ravaged by the tempest,
Saved, too.

My masked love

I fell for him; regal and impressive as he was.

Even lost my toddler-days devouring his comic-strips.

Phantom became the reason I wear thick eyeglasses.

He and transient surge of first crush.

Yet he chose Diana Palmer.

Masked men, I tell you!

The secret atop the hill

The eerie halo, blanketing the sacred ruins atop the hill, is torn apart by fluorescent flickers on moonless nights. Faint, almost like an illusion. Imaginations conjure bygone romances to life; reality, wizened manuses of a priest. Temple-tales weave themselves into our eventides.

Musings from farms

Farmhands moved away,

Lured by the glitz of cities,

hopes of better work.

Mother earth left deserted,

Coffee and jobs both erased.

Wild weeds aplenty,

Travails lost to empty nests.

The bosom, untilled,

Several genus trampled.

Empty percolators stare.

Reminiscent farmlands abound.

Unleashed

Born to conquer the wilds,
Their free spirits
Tamed by human needs.
Locked in doghouses,
Kennelled and inhibited,
The nascent canines
Adapting and adjusting
To our ways and wills.
One day we unlatched
The outbuildings
Relieving the whimpering gangs
Of invisible pain.

The prophesier

Slender fingers,
Held my tea-cup.
Purple voice
Poured prophecies.
Something would hit me.
I kept thinking car.
But Cupid's Arrow!
Cagey, Christine.
You didn't tell me that.
Or perhaps you did.
But the voice died in jangle
Of bangles on your wrist.

Date with my quill

From the recycled quire,
Fresh, clammy, and
Heady with
Wood and bleach,
A blank A4 sheet
Posed au naturel,
Shivered slightly,
Restive, yet patient.
Teasing caresses
Of my quill,
Pregnant pause,
Brazen coquet,
Relenting gradually.
The osculations left
An indelible inky-blue trail.

Good morning!!!

The faint fragrance drifts,
Pears and coconut oil,
Chiffon draped across her skin,
Still moist from shower,
Streak of fair waist
Glistening against crimson red,
Her umpteenth attempt to wake me up.
I pull her in my embrace,
The cooler,
Buzzing somewhere.

The lament of a sister

We'll get you a brother,
They promised;
Running errands
Outside our nest,
Pushing my wedding-cart,
Running our family-name,
Sustaining their withering souls;
Never lamenting
The sisters I could have had,
Not even once.
Its okay, I offered.
Its fun catching fireflies alone.

The last hurrah

She savored her stay with us.

Every single moment.

A slight pause,

Miniscule almost.

And then

It was time for her,

To wander

Beyond the horizon,

Behind the sun.

I still remember her last hurrah,

“Alright! 80 years of heaven are up”

A Beatifying Plunge

The twin
Caramel pools
Enticing.
A thousand secrets,
Lurking in their
Unfathomable depths,
Waiting to be unraveled.
The
Radiant glimpse,
Catching me haply
And holding me, enamored.
Fixated,
My only wish is
To drown
Forever in that abyss,
To jump-in and sink.

Moonlight Revelations

From behind the silhouettes
Of pointed cedars, sending
The sweet iridescent caresses,
Shimmering and shivering
In sparkling midnight sky.
Splaying, playing, waxing, waning,
Hiding. Seeking.
1.2 light-seconds away
(To be exact),
Always in heart.
Inspiring to look up,
Look high,
Look further.

When the cats are away

All the cats are busy preparing for the farewell of "The Tomcat". So us mice are having gala free time. Way beyond the lunch hour. Hushed whispers growing louder. Muted laughters sonorous. Very many grapevines sprouting. The clowder fretting, the nest celebrating.

Seamlessly

Like

The golden orb merging

Into a fiery orange,

Suffusing slowly to

A passionate red.

Ah!

You permeated me

Like

The deep blue blending

Into

Mauve iridescence.

The dark violet remains

Consumed by the moonshine.

Grey, then black,

Then ochre.

Then light.

Harm me and pay

The sidewalks
Shaded with life,
I tread with love.
The angels watch over me.
My soul with Lord,
I keep.
The sun forever
In my heart,
I know not the fear
Of nights.
Yessir!
The devil
Thinks twice
Before crossing
My path.

Hard times

The cab driver’s leash

skinned

his glistening black hide.

Head high

and goaded often,

he made it till

the Ludgate Hill.

But

his exhaustion and their luggage

beat him.

His feet slipped

and the wagon toppled.

Short-winded,

He rose again.

Leastways, tried.

Unsleeping controversially

No.

My being online at this hour does not mean that I am e-dating yet another eligible candidate from the list but the mischief in friendly voices reminds me "Silence is golden".

So I wink with them, excuse myself and hit publish.

Savoring the symphony

I fell for her.
Rather crashed,
While going at 30,
Downhill,
With practically no control.
My helmet saved me.
That and 'course, Cupid.
His love-jab
Surged through my veins
Like lightning.
Andante, the amphetamine.
The backdrop blurred.
We savored
The symphony, moderato.

Grieving graves

6 feet beneath
The broken slates,
The souls roam
Naked and grieving.
Their monologues,
Sacred secrets,
Scattered by wind
Across this green glade
Speckled with
Headstones cloaked in
Grief.
Occasionally,
And funds permitting,
The manager arranges fresh flowers,
Oft forgotten with time.