Let Me Take Your Leave

 Its just a matter of time
A few miles to cover,and,
I will be on my way

The pauses are stretching longer,
spaces no longer filled with hope.
I assume nothing-
Cos, there is a  lot to be told.

I will leave some moments behind
tucked somewhere in your life,
 and pray they soothe your nerves
when time gets you in its grind.

Let me take with me,
a moment of your time,
a laughter long forgotten,and
 your words,that made my rhyme.

It time now;
let me drop the sails
I will take your leave
I have stayed too long,
A guest in your life.

Breathless...

Your thought,

A wisp of finely crocheted lace,

 A whiff of subtle perfume,

Barely there,

But, consuming me

 In its entirety

Your presence

A warm breath

Fanning my senses,

Making me lose myself

In its wholesomeness

Your love,
Like a swig of sweet vintage wine
intoxicating  my senses, and
rendering each feeling
surrealistic and sublime

The Audacity of Rain

 The audacity of rain

as it kisses my cheek

in your presence.

Tiny droplets

tease my hair

daring you

 Insolently.

The ramblings of rain

drowns your voice

As you talk non-stop

Of mundane things.

The thunder roars somewhere

displaying the passion

I find missing in you.

You complain

that I find comfort

 in a pretence

  I grudge,

It’s because

 you no longer

rain on my existence.

Stillborn Dream

 A seed of desire fostered
in the womb of my heart

Nurtured ,
with the last drop of my blood
Nourished,
 with every hope
Awaited,
 like a morning star.

Finally,
 it arrives
My poor, poor,
 Stillborn dream!

Sans Mask

You see my stone cold silence
behind my warm,bubbling verbosity

The veneer is in place
the smiles too,
you cant escape
the tinge of sadness
that lurks in the depth of
my eyes.

Sans mask
you know me
Raw,and
unpretentious.

I have kept away the facades
You cant be fooled.

 The unspoken tales
belie the composure
that I put across.

Your intuit all,
as you reach
 the depth of my soul.

 Sans mask,
you accept me...

Angst

The absurdity of  thoughts
random,
abstract,
and vague.
It takes forever
to put them in order.

Angst grips my mind.
senseless,unknown fears
driving me to the brink

I wonder at times...
if hopes get home-delivered
fresh and warm,
unlike the love
that lay frosted,
in the cold storage
of  the heart

The audacity of my heart
that goes on craving
at the face of hopelessness
 not wanting to come to terms
with nothingness,
nothingness!!

Hope Took a Soar

  Long ago
he found a bird, wounded and crushed
a song , that once floated in the breeze,
found ,sadly hushed
 he picked up the little soul
mended its broken wing,
nursed it so tenderly,
and urged it to sing.

Time sped,
the bird limped beck to health
he knew it was time.
Very gently,he  coaxed her to soar
 and pushed  her in  the storm

She resisted,
whimpered a little,
but knew it was futile to stall;
shook her feathers,fluttered her wings
and prayed God to save her from fall.

The storm ,furious and menacing,
could not beat her spirit.
She knew he was around,
somewhere,praying on the ground
as he watched her fly;
his  brave,little one,
conquering the sky

His chest swelled with pride,
found a spring in his stride,
he knew she would emerge strong
A hope,a prayer,
 rested in his soul for long.