Brooding woman now has a pale blue jacket
Always had her thoughts warm in loose pockets
Years ago on a late winter night she remembers,
The jacket came with an obscure letter
It reads a lot about love and hatred
Mostly rooted in kisses,
Concealed with terminal body aches
And she reads it everynight followed
Her sleep left alarmed in the middle of all seasons
Turning her stormy and crumbled for unknown reasons
The pale blue jacket hangs just like a dreamcatcher
Even after seeing her swinging with no fragrance
Interlaced thoughts are her hobby for summer
She picks them from tender kisses and vicious blows
Candidly opens them again with a diluted smile
Thinking, it may inhaled easily and spread all over her body
Keeps on juggling whimsical events with ordinary
Fuelled with ignored emotions and greasy steps
Regardless subdued nights or unattached days..
She could count them unconstrained
Sipping a lemonade,her spirit aroused
Embracing all the infant thoughts she woke up
Its another summer to swallow
But first she took a dive in it.
I think about a faraway land
I think about a meal I would cook in a dim kitchen
Where I do not get to see my wrinkled body and grey hair
I only smell mystery around
The more I stay there..the less I worry..
If its an evening, I would look at the sunset
Hoping for an early dinner and some music
I tend to walk around with a glass of wine
I want to look at the silly rustic things then
Then I may search for something really special
I leave my wine glass somewhere
Now stepping outside, wondering what time it would be,
Untimely wind catches the very urge in me
I look around and I try hard not to miss anything
From the darkness I see someone walking towards me
With all the moonlight in his eyes alone
Here, He is my time
He is my reason
And, He becomes those few seconds before death
There is a portrait on the wall, broken.
But its rooted and lodging there for long
Long since the day his soul had fallen,
Like a glorious king defeated,
He bared his armour , waited..
One day came with a bee buzz
The portrait had nestled hundreds
And they called out like in Warfield
Soon with a thumping heart he looked up
And the bees left their chamber in alarm
The broken glass started shedding the frame
Slowly it began to shrink like in a rapid flame
It reminded him of a conversation long back
Of two teary eyed mortals enraptured in dark
The Portrait and the King !
Grits and the spirit in it
A lot of smiles questioned today
Withholding a name,
Love in the times of enchanting folklore
Answer came floating in slowly
Still it made sense dipped in silence
Its more about their sky over the woods
Never about the sea under any vessel !
She flew towards the sky
Brooding woods still have him
With a few glances at eachother,
Boundless they live, and their names.
Of all those days I remember this one..
Where I made an exit,
Right after finding love.
My lashes whisked away the sight,
Blindfolded forever, I turned back.
It crossed me a while ago..
It smelled old.. same old..
Inducing me to rest on memories
I took a sip of the night,
Shearing a thousand days in it.
Gathered around, they sing about love
Of mystic, darker times
Of grey cottages and tender minds
I had to walk away !
This time, right through it.
I hv lived with your love and hate
Ruthlessly you have pushed me like a bate
Why is it always feels like a new death
Whenever you leave me
In the banks of promises
Master, I was deeply in love
You came back each time
My skin wasnt ready
My soul screamed in disgrace
At times, its difficult
Because I made love,
More with the soiled words
Than the rosy buds