Cold Mountains

The mountains that stood proud,

 And, intimidating,

Only until the marauders came,

Felt now threatened,

 And, cracked  under pressure.

Heavy, pregnant clouds

Loomed over the hills

 Dangerously;

 Collided finally, and burst

Humans washed away mercilessly

Lives dispersed, scattered

Over the spaces, amid the hills

Men and women, once fascinated 

By the tall mounts

Were washed away by waves,

If only

we had rescued mountains from men

We would not have to rescue men from mountains.

My Voice

I have weathered and learned,
cactus triumphs
after every adversity is fought.

A long stemmed rose I am not!

A life tumbled through the spin 
Survived the worst, fate brought,
But, a wind tossed leaf I am not!

Let me bloom in the wild.
My free spirit finds no place
in your manicured lawns

Star Crossed

A mix of me, and
my awesomeness,
A dash of you and 
your attitude.

Its simply me,
my existence,
and the silence 
that envelopes me.
A dash of you, though,
gives it another color

I want to shun the words
and embrace silence.
My speech must be muted
to be understood.
Your speech has words
and nothing else. So,
I let your verbosity
battle with my quiescence.

I want to sit still, and
freeze the moment
lest life takes its own course,
defying my intent.

Time Out

At times I wonder,
How easily we surrender
To demands, the life
puts upon us.

No time for family, nor a hello for friends
but grasping for every breather
the weary life lends

Not a moment to smell flowers
no way it is going to win me stars
the birds may chirp,for all I care
 All I know, I should be headed somewhere

 I have lost some friends,
But then,so have they
when did we all laugh together?
It cant be yesterday!

Life runs fast
I need to catch up,my friend
You may still wake up to the smell of coffee
I have mails to send

A Poem Arrives...

She is like a poem
Words brimming over
Threatening to spill,
But lips muted
Soundless!
A song trying hard 
To keep up with the music.

She is a poem
Scribbled in haste…
Words running ahead of thoughts
Stumbling, faltering
But arriving, at last

A Golden Prelude

A Golden prelude,

To the beauty of the night

My twilight lights up.

Several stars later,

Arrives, the glory of dawn,

Skies awash with gold!

Come languid afternoons,

Butterflies go chasing

My nomadic thoughts.

A lull,so placid

Tranquil waters whispering

 Soothing lullabies..

Chocolate Ecstasy...

A chocolate held in his hand,
waiting
to be unwrapped.But,
he only eyed  the
one smeared around her
parted lips.

spellbound, he watched
as  she delictaely darted  out
her tongue

 His eyes followed the trail

slowly he undressed
his chocolate
eyes,still following
her cue
the heat in his eyes
so intense
that obscured his view
A gentle bite
and  his own tongue
wrapped around  the bit
sucking in the sweetness
his ecstasy knew no bounds