Asleep

 

 

My breath is lighter now - slower,
Deliberate. For I nestle your head
Upon the chest that holds my heart
That beats stronger - chant, hesitant.

Time is slower, this moment pauses,
Watching us in silent awe; passes
By in haste, brushing your hair yet
Gently, to pass to you, a shiver.

Your embrace is warmer, odd yet
That you tremble in a loving quiver,
And sounds that travel the air, now
Wait, to evoke a hum - response.

I too await, wide-eyed, in total
Disbelief, that you rest in my arms
Quietly; upon the chest that holds my heart
Beating surer - chanting your name.

…

War

 

 

Guileless white, pure, they float

Upon the blue canvas that God once wrote,

Morphing with the wind, to scenes of battle

A few smiling faces, and women who tattle.

Hours they can go on, if leisure you will to spend,

From the early morn, till the day calls it an end.

 

Across the white, spread streaks of grey,

Masking the beauty that hath defined the day,

The skies now awash with the cloudy clashes

Of sword fights unseen, yet clear resonant flashes

With the sound of mighty thunder gods at war,

Battles have bled skies onto lands afar.

 

Yet pure the undaunted spirit of the whites,

Colorless - the blood that flows from the fights,

The darkness has won, this battle now rests,

Wounded in form; pride - beam the chests

Of warriors, who await for their turn to get even,

Clouds on battleground; its now the war season.

...

Silver line

 

Silver paths aglow in the night,

Hallow the journey lit by moonlight,

Loose is the wind; heavy and drunk,

In the abyss of dark, all has sunk.

 

In the midst of commotion,

She glides like a notion

That creeps quiet into a pensive mind,

And moves out before one can a reason find.

 

Her words ring like wind chimes,

Her voice, the sound of sweet rhymes,

Often at night, she breaks into a dance,

Imperfect rhythm but lyrical romance.

 

With time, she grows restless,

Her heart and mind listless,

She awaits a known cold breeze,

To let once her suffering cease.

 

…

Clamour

 

 

Tonight  the mirror of the skies,

Will fill the sight of her hazel eyes,

Even the clouds offer a soothing cover,

Hushing quiet her amorous power.

 

The winds stand guard, they let not a whisper,

Guileless, yet they err to kiss her,

The skies rebuke; spread a dark pall,

Slowly yet mightily – a darkness envelops all.

 

Her smile calms the deathly dance,

Suddenly the skies have fallen in trance,

Her eyes lit up as the moon reappeared,

And slowly the hazy night skies are cleared.

 

…

Summer shower

A patter awakes me, I rush to the sight,
Millions of love drops descend ere night,
Monochrome skies now show a thousand hues,
Of God’s work or His palette, for  better works to choose.

The hour of magic has descended, beauty no more cowers,
Drenched walls now coyly bear love marks from His showers,
Indolent trees sway in dance, and follow fields of crops,
Insolent winds, now gentle, hold and caress treetops.

Soil; it found love first,when showers swung by,
Mellow perfumes it lilts now, as sweet alibi,
Flowers glow in envy, look skyward with unease,
Droplets fall on petal lips; an attempt to appease.

With memories that hearts, may in rain only see,
At a distant patio, a heart dances in glee,
Tyrant rain gods; they play no fair game,
As another heart writhes, in memories of a name.

Slowly the light falls, the romance is still,
Melodies of trickles, will pauses now fill,
Winds swing by once more, with promises to keep,
Stroking earth’s forehead, into somnambulant sleep.

…

Hope..

Tonight the skies are radiant with hope,
Clearer and closer than ever before,
To touch, at once to feel the glow,
One light to route out the dreary dark.

Starry eyes do once more see,
Lost souls in the heaven’s eye,
A closer look, and in the light can be seen,
The soul of hope is as dark as your own.

It’s solace, no doubt, knowing that we
Draw hope from a source as human as us,
With flaws it cannot hide for long,
Yet unfailing faith, unbiased, unsung.

When my soul oft stirs in alleys of doubt,
I gaze at the crystal ball of the Gods,
For a period even as brief as my mind will let be,
Immortality, in my realms I can see.

…

Invisible affections

A molten sun dipped in lava of gold,
An evening clear in its arms hold,
An embrace that seems to affect them all,
Or one that craves for just their fall.

As he sets himself at the very end,
With shaky lit waters he seeks to blend,
In quiet peace, an eye watches him dawn,
And lets mind and its offspring to spawn.

She smiles with a radiance that matches his own,
Smiles that dimple- evasive, unknown,
Gaiety that permeates her, joy unbound,
Like the expanse of his covered ground.

Today they will separate in uncommon pain,
Only tomorrow to be one again,
A few moments in their arms is all they get,
But part they will with no regret.

Each day this love ballad lies await,
To render to these souls their mundane fate,
Each day, this great love story will unwind,
Unseen, yet omnipresent- for us to find.