Vacuum...

Vacuums,
In our togetherness.
Menacing,
Threatening,
Getting bigger.

Trust, you know,
They exist.
And realise too,
With trepidation,
They do serve a purpose.

We come close,and
Collide.
Walking in opposite direction.
The Words,
Bounce off and return
Unheard.
Deprived of attention.

There is a comfort in your shadow,
As you trail,
My stride.
On our separate mental realms,
We stand our ground.
As if,
Almost, duty bound.

But,
We stay, resolutely
In our togetherness.
The space,
With our own nooks
A bubble encapsulating us,
Spacing us out,
Nevertheless...

Outsider

I stand here,
On the periphery of your heart.
An outsider,
A lone rider.

I see the bloom in your garden.
The abundance in your life;
The smell of baking,
The neat clothesline.
As I stand here,
On the periphery of your life.

I hear the laughter,
The cosy comfort.
Your sunshine days,
Blessed rain sprays,
Shutting me out.
Me, a crazy traveler.
A lone rider

I stand outside your window,
Left out in cold.
The lace curtains beckon me,
Swaying gently.
But I walk away,
Away from the warmth
of your hearth

Me, an outsider
A lone rider!

Chaotic Rage

Incessant rain of mindless thoughts,
Falling over my placid space,
Threatening a deluge of
Chaotic rage.

I try to escape,
To seek refuge
Put down my head,
upon the cushion
Of soothing illusion.

Some thoughts are hard to shut out,
The ones I ought to learn
To live without.

They run amok,
Bursting at hem,
How do I fight them,
The invaders of my mental realm!

My Beautiful Lies...

He loved the spring in my eyes.
Of rain washed spaces
And placid, azure skies
Just as I liked in his,
The ferocity of storm..
And passionate highs.

He thought my eyes gleamed a light,
Luminous and bright.
I thought,I had cleverly kept
Tears out of his sight.

His eyes spoke with mine.
A language unheard,
Sensual,yet sublime.
My face felt a strange heat,
Heart,beating a staccato rhyme.

My mind attuned to his rhetoric
His oft-repeated love song.
The heart craved for another music
Something magical,
To pull me along..

I marveled at his belief,that
Stared right in my eye.
He believed in my deception
As I basked in my beautiful lie.

Undress The Mind...

The illusions rest easy
On the mind that seeks pretenses.

I script my dreams,
Religiously, each night.
Scenes unfold before my eyes,
Crafted n polished bright
A world of utopia,
A halcyon sight.

The make-believe love
That comes from you,
Rests within my soul,
A quasi-lie,
Pretending to be true.
Hopelessly, you rue my false bliss
The perfection, the finesse...
I marvel at my art,
My unrivaled expertise.

The conniving nights
Incite me to dream.
I am led helplessly
to the brink of delusion.


Before the promise of truth dies,
Strip the silver foil off my lies.

Designer's Muse.

Endless miles of chiffon.
Draped around me.
Enveloping me,
Delicately,
As the nascent sun
Washes the dawn..

The caress of a lover..
Sensually binding me in a tender embrace.

Pool of Georgette,
Cling to my feet.
Whorls of gauzy delights
An oceanic treat.

Ripples of Aquamarine-hued waves,
Teasing me senseless..


Yards of silks..
Make my fantasy.
Woven in opulence,
Sinful decadence.

Sinful indulgence,beyond a care
You owe me one,right here!



I sit like a queen,
Reigning over
The burnished hues.
They colour my world
And follow my cues..

Won't you give me the colours,
To dye my dreams?


Wisps of lace
In all their grace
Find a way,
To steal a peek
At the doorway.

The gossamer veil hides my pain.
I missed you today, yet again.

I Trailed Along Thus...

Across the room,
Through the busy crowd..
The glance that pierced my calm
Couldn't have been more aloud.

I felt the heat touching my cheek;
Never before I had felt so weak.
The crowd just melted in a haze,
I was only aware of his gaze.

I moved back,trying to hide
Those eyes followed my every stride.
The glances meshed every now and then;
I wanted to escape that very second.

I found the door..
He reached there before.
His glance arrested mine
There was no escape this time.

He urged me to follow his trail..
I tried to resist but to no avail
His eyes spoke with mine,
Tellin' me things would be fine

We both set off on a journey.
His resolve was set,
My will,but,beyond me.

Riding on the crest of belief,
I wasn't alone anymore.
My belief rode with me
And thus marked my destiny

Meaningless Coffee

Stilted conversation
Over insipid coffee,

There is so much to talk
Rehearsed so often in heart..
Words suspended,
Hang in the air, unspoken,
Unintended
Unheard..

The staccato beat of our mental clocks
Urging our words to run as fast,

An unsure me,
And, you unnatural
Just getting along
With the same ritual.

The dregs of coffee
Hold our intrigue
More than perhaps,
Our own company.

You look across
And smile tentatively
I respond to your attempt
Almost wisely.

As we get ready to leave,
I look around to read
The other people,
Enjoying their treat
As they have their meaningful coffee!

Dolly,17th feb'10

The Glory Of Cactus...

It matters not if the leaves have withered,
Leaving the tree an empty bark.
It saddens me not if the spring eludes
And the fall keeps the hopes in dark.

I shall weather all this
And more so, with a reason
The spring may take its time.
Cactus does not need a season..

The last of the chill fades away,
Balmy sun then makes its way,
Seasons come and seasons go
My existence has a reason to grow.

No grief for the blooms that die
No envy for the birds that fly
I stand here rooted forever
A strength, that defines a winner.

The Diva Cries...

Perched on the golden pedestal
Several feet high;
Desperately clutching on to her throne
Suppressing a painful sigh!`

Resplendent in glorious hues
Yet,fighting the blues
The goddess glows
But the pain shows!

Petal strewn over the ground she treads,
Her aura turns many heads.
But the thorns that pierce
Her dainty feet
Are only known to her.

Who knows what ails her,
All their adulation fails her.
Grieving, yet forced to lie;
Have you seen a diva cry?