Silk and Steel

 Wild and wonderful

Spirits rejoice

 The space under the sun is still

Her choice

The reasons are hers

The seasons too

From the nadir to the zenith

The ascent is hers

Some bloom in summers

Some do in winters

She holds her ground

Firmly rooted, forever

   Untamed, untrained

Like a tidal wave, unrestrained

Rushing to kiss the shores

In complete abandon

Fearless, she laughs

And dances in the rain.

She dreams, she desires,

She demands, she fires

She surrenders in love

A steely soul in velvet glove

She is a woman

Less of a body,

More a soul!

The Conspiring Clouds

The conspiring clouds,

 get darker by the minute.

Heavy and fecund,

larger than life,

looming over my dry existence.

And,I couldn’t care less!

Let the rain and its rhetoric

 go on forever!

 I watch the wanton rain, and

 Its shameless, unrestrained passion,

And refuse to be drawn

 in its wicked game.

The harangue of clouds,

the fury of thunder,

Try with their might

to intimidate me,

mocking my nonchalance,

Fail miserably.

Oh! The temerity of rain

On finding me dry, takes

A dig at me

And I end up

Soaked!

 

The First Flush Of Love

The first shower of rain,
My parched existence sings again.
Cleansing the fiber of my soul
Sprouting the blossoms of hope.

The first wave of desire,
Awakening me to dreams anew.
Every little whisper like a song,
Every stolen glance,
Oh! A potent brew!

The first kiss!
Time stands still.
Moment frozen,
A memory framed.

The first heartbreak,
Like a cloudburst
Menacing, fierce, yet
A quite deluge.
Not asking for respite,
Nor seeking refuge.

The first death of hope.
Leaving at its wake,
Some still born dreams.
Abortive attempts to revive
Poor, lifeless beliefs…

A Little More Than Love

A little more than love

Lives in our hearts;

A little more than hope

Wills us to go on.

 More is the memory

Than the moment

More is the promise

That hangs between us

The moment that you wish to imprison

The thought that you won’t let escape

Some words that choke in your throat

The same your heart can’t help say.

Love, but, happens only this way!

A little more than your entire life,

A little less than eternity

A wait that goes on

A quest that won’t stop…

Despair

The desperate wails of despair,

As shame is stripped bare.

She gathers her modesty

Shrinking within herself;

Holding, the last shreds of dignity.

They stand by, unmoved by her tears

  Showing mute impotence to her worst fears.

Eyes searching for a man among males,

Looks around helplessly, as her effort fails.

No knight, nor a hero to her rescue

Not one proffered hand, much to her rue.

Crouched on the ground,

 Ignominy loud in her muted cries

She sinks deeper, in a dark abyss

As tears abandon her lifeless eyes.

  Unmoved, the men, now move away

Her plight becomes the talk of the day

Inner Dialogues

Slip into my silence,
listen to my thoughts.
Gently,

get into the gap between my thoughts,
and find yourself
tucked in there…
Don’t call out,
don’t even breathe a word
Listen to the voices,
as my thought talks with yours,
as your soul meets mine.

Listen to the silence...
Eloquence at its muted best!

Your Promises

Your promises

 neither broken,

nor met;

Suspended,

trapped in a moment.

My heart tells a story

to my soul each evening.

Some memories relive

by no will of mine

I am defeated by my own

through the tests of time.

I had been stalling

all this while,

all this while!