The frozen lake

the winds been howling long
strange sounds never surfaced before
why do i feel the chill now
why does this home now feel else
my castle seems vacant
the walls empty though not so
why did a pollen melt my lake
give more of life beyond mere existance
crystalline to life
the mirror today shows a smile unknown
a face today sparkles within the eyes
spring has set forth in a cold barren land
as i think more i cant recollect
when the last one was
or if there ever was
so long it has been
pollen i did enclose in crystal
placed it i did on high pedestal
set it apart from my world
in a universe of elegance
yet i walk away ..
..deep into my frozen lake
someday i shall return.

tainted

walked out on you i had
with reasons clenched deep within
far into solitude walked i had
deep within the chambers of crystalline palace
remnants of your soul etched within me
deattaching the heart from the mind
for perhaps a fraction of fear
fear of tainting you
how was i to know
how tender and simple you were
as the devil within me ravaged
confined it i did deep within
yet today i ask
or was i confined within
unanswered the query remains
yet assurance of one thought clear
longer my presence would taint you
something that will not occur as long i breathe
walk on i shall
clenching your fragrance deep within
as i fade from your present
clenching you deep within ...

a mere scarf

yet again another day rises
made sure i have
the red scarf flies
remains steady to my window
a glance to the street below
no one looking above
yet again...
a promise a decade back
when i had to walk away from him
as long as i live my scarf
shall call to him
unknown if he still remembers
yet i clench onto my childhood dream
the day drags along into the night
somehow the winds tonight seem to whisper else
far beneath an eye stares into the darkness
above searching for more than the red
my heart seems to race
could it be him after all this time?
does he still care?
a smile of recognition
time has brought more onto his face
yet his eyes do not fail me
in an instant the rains bless
a shower of petals
here on i walk beside him
here on and more
my solitary wait has bloomed.

the return

simple and elegant attachments
everything he lay aside
walked into the war
for faces he knew not
drenched himself in sweat and blood
yet every instant made sense
he had something to come back to
seconds of vicious insanity
haunted his days
yet her face n tender whispers
engulfed his minutes of dreams
back he did come
from a war torn desert
only to find the vase shattered
assumptions of his was all gone
today she walked in a different path
miles and years away from him
one instant of gleam in her eyes
a small fading smile
his presence now an encroachment
something more pain than joy
and he did walk on strong
he tread back into the desert
with only the sand to hold on to
with nothing to go back or anywhere else
he did move into everything in his path
fear vanished as well as the face
walked into the other side he did
for finally he had returned.

unicorn

scarred and stained from battles
he stood tall and moved forward
clenching hard onto few morsels of sand
more perhaps fractions of a mirage
a mirage of a unicorn
whose touch would quench his fires
whose glimpse would bring forth smiles
words evaded his lips often
yet the mirage exists within his eyes
found he did his mirage
as verses of a forgotten tale
there she stood beside a lake
staring at his breach of her world
silence spoke of endearment in an instance
the winds whispered tales of a possibility
caressing her mane in the flow
yet there he stood silent
few moments crawled as decades
slowly he back stepped and moved on to solitude
On some bank he scribbled
tender rains on verses he scribbled on sands
he trudged on hoping rains brush away
brush away words and memories of the unicorn.

the cutting

back to an old lingo in some parts of india
was jus a small cup of tea
was sitting at the station
been ten years since my last 'cutting'
its odd where a small glass cup can take you
forgotten faces resurrect
old tunes haunt the present
nameless faces and faceless names pop up
yet the dhaabawala who sold the cigarrete is clear
just as the instant a lecturer came to the do the same
no words seem to come back however
the three bikes speeding thru the shortcuts
to catch the start of the movie
the wind hittin the face seems fresh
yet cant recollect who was on my ride
another return night the rains drenched me
beyond that was dark times
most of it hazy.. perhaps for sanity
perhaps for... something
yet here i am..
an old station in mumbai...
drinking my cutting..
brushing my hand thru my stubble
gotto shave today...
but somethings remain etched in us all.

resurrectioN

Too bright so long thats its so dark
so sane so long that its insane
faulty so long that now its seems natural
no more.. no more of definitions
am through with all of em
approach me and you burn to ashes
keep away and you shall be drenched.

wheres your choice now?
did u ever have one?
did you give me one?
i don't want answers
never asked for any
today i rise.. i rise
from within myself
shards of my identity
all... all thrown aside
perhaps afresh i start..
i walk a route away
in solitude and perfectly frozen
.. frozen to time and all....

Fractured

fractions of a fractured soul
infractions of identity
shards of an old bowl
writhing gold fishes
frozen in time
Desires teethered to heart
as goat to a starving tiger

they did walk away
from self and either
yet continued..
to burn and smile.

16 fort

ravaged by time he stood
engraved sanity
bruising his soul
stood in rough waters
allowed the waves to crash in
yet... yet he remained
time remained still within..
months remained years and
he remained a fort
today the waters still crash by
but just a old fort
an old fort he has become
his story lost to time.