Tiny scars on body started to fade away
Soon enough to walk through the chilly air
Covered in her father’s old tweed,
She stepped out early in the morning
She could hear trees banter behind
She could see a hundred eyes unkind
Her petite body started shivering
Skin shrieked in pain
But she is no more in tears
Looking away, she waved at fears
When a swollen belly whispered old rhymes,
They diffused melodies like wind chimes
Faded scars were covertly ingrained
She stopped and only listened
I would settle for a sunset
But years from now,
In our favourite colour..
On a less windy day.
You may choose the place
Air and earth should be cold
Just like the way we first met,
Under the moody starless night.
I would settle for a sunset
On the very first day of winter
When our skins turn blue,
And our pale lips tightly glued.
Dark ancient brown tiles
They did great as first few pages
I wrote broken letters, they let me
I screamed in ambiguity, they let me
Here I am, looking for a new page
I see polished walls and glossy floors
They lack grains and greys
They never bleed, they never plead
Brown tiles were you,I suppose
Soaked into mere greasy mud
Blood is again mixing with ink
However this time, wild berries stayed away
Is it a letter everyday?
Or a letter for each heartache?
Sad ! I have not tried both
I would have had boxes and boxes of letters ..
Enough to bury a monstrous war,
Enough to sink all the the beauty and pride !
Enough to burn us into scattered berry blue showers
“Talk in silence”
“I did that a lot”
She waited between the stars..
Then befriended frivolous poetry
Distance clouding her words,
Dreams poisoning her thoughts
“Tonight you failed “
“You no longer belong to the stars”
She looked at silence and words
One cut her throat before other choke her to death
“She could have stayed in Waiting “
“Oh I think Waiting was more beautiful than Her “
“Love, how many squabbles
How many fluttering pages
And how many mountains of grey
We still need to cross ..? “
He stands unarmed
Stays in the maze
This sight every time..
It burns my soul every time
He stares at nothingness
Like there is a trade happening
Pain and pity heart full
Dreams and daisies handful
There has to be a tunnel, longest one
Where we have taken our walks together
The light, forbidden-
Seasons,Time – all hidden
Whenever I want to step outside
Cold stirring silence draws me back
Blindfolded in a brooding melody
My lonely spirit swirl in secrecy
I started with questions –
“I recite poems .. what’s your way ? Where is that slate ?
Is it paper, female or seashore?
Or living in a tunnel forever ?”
Thousand miles from your sight
I kept one night, full of stars
You can’t count them
I made them up
Thousand miles from my sight
You kept walking through places
I can see them
You sent me pictures
Between the miles there were faces
I kept seeing them
On Lakes Valleys and Walkways
I kept seeing them
Here I sleep under venomous words
Dreams wrested, body seized
Still scouring only for that face,
The one I lost in the starry night
There is us in these closed doors
Behind, you are standing in sleepy pajamas
Looking at the mahogany plates on the door
I picked up from the last country fair
It read lines of our favourite song
And we never had names on it
Your steps had drenched in last night’s rain
My naked heels were still warm
I felt fever around
“You should go back to sleep” I yelled
Farewell to the door and the man behind
I took a deep breath
There comes a bouquet of fragrance
The roses Jasmin and honeysuckles
They shall bloom again for you
I plucked away the plates for me
She looked for an old pen
A specific one-
Barrel in colour merlot
Cap in warm Gray
It fed on her tears
Sometimes bled faded lines
She recalled the final lyrics
In the darkest diffused ink
“Between two long breaths
Buried in two little drops-
Stay here my beloved
I shall send flowers every year”
