à la folie…

octobers my favorite color, as is to swim in waters blue…more so in depths of grey
wrapped in delicious ambiguity of an ordinary life, with not so ordinary expectations
myriad highs and lows of feelings tenacious, but caught in their estranged
stronghold
cavorting smiles and fleeting glances, all lost in endless romances decadently
so
donuts, cafe, midnight flea markets, infusion of colors in scarves
gay
imaginary friends and a reel world, a canvas so vast, it holds all my madness at home

maybe.

Advertisement

midsummer night dreaming

i sit and sip the sunshine away
till the sky turns a vermillion shy
no longer part of my own tale.
my dreams, shadows of yesterdays
part of the nights, the days shall never see
a smile in pixels for eternity…

it’s not goodbye, until we meet again

i still remember the stories we wove together
like a patchwork quilt suffused with color
i still remember the peacock dance to the first rain
and a sun that refused to show
i still remember the crazed running through streets
trying to locate your favorite incense vendor
i still remember the church with a white steeple
the fervent prayers for this moment to linger
i still remember the bazaar with beads and flowers
the unhurried tea as you had my fortune read
i still remember the flame of the burning candle
and a chilled night in december
i still remember the fireflies we chased
as we walked for hours under a moonless gaze
i still remember the look on your face
when she came over to say hello

if iam to forget, then i must say my farewells
this part of the journey, i find on my own
if we meet someday, please, i want you to walk away
for my mind is full of memories that refuse to fade.

of coffee rings and puddles shallow

she sits in the quiet of the night
somewhere the dogs bark
she stirs the coffee in the cup
and along with it seasons pass

dissolving crystals, lucid thoughts
a symphony in silence
all stirred with a spoon and half
in the mornings she looks up the dregs
they all speak of a better tomorrow

and then the nightingale calls

a tango in blue

silly smiles on faces of children
gutsy winds and a sudden ballooning of skirts
rain on my face as i watch a darkening sky
the sudden lurch of a bus as it crosses a puddle nearby
watching the warmth of the day breathing a heartfelt sigh

your laugh spreads it’s own sunshine
even as you scramble to hold onto
the last vestiges of a dying day
one that came upon moodily and
recedes ever so reluctantly
fading into the evolving storm

i’ve been in love with love

somewhere the mosaic of a setting sun
that you and i have been witness too
but i don’t know you and you
wax along with the moon

somewhere between milling crowds and
billowing breeze our paths have crossed
traveling side by side, but
strangers we remain to distant shores

a bench in the park longs for your return
and i traipse through life like the sunflower does
maybe you’ve been the haunting eyes
i spied in the market place ages ago

but if you don’t tell me your name ..i’ll never know

set adrift on a memory bliss

an unanswered text from eons ago
a paper napkin with your doodles
and a song with lyrics that refuses to go
a broken kiss, a heartfelt hug
a charm bracelet, with sunshine no more
divinity in a cup, infinity on my mind
fleeting seasons with no reason or rhyme
little red box with mementoes alone
a mindful of memoirs, no labels no shore
a sky inundated with paprika helloes
fallen leaves and a collection of raindrops
and I still yearn for more?

a september afternoon…

she stood aloof watching the barrage
her lowered eyes hiding the glaze
the september sun toyed with her hair

the platform abuzz with all the crowd
nameless faces and bustling bodies
trains that came and went and carried along
lives & song and destinies all at once

he stood solid, sipping his tea
his mind alive with all that could be
his face a mask of urbane sanity

the scent of jasmine drew him in
as did her silhouette in chiffon
one look at her was all it took
to reign in thoughts of september, 2002

she boarded a train bound for west
he watched from afar, strangely bereft

meet me far…

a look into the mirror
takes you back in time
when love was many a stolen glance
between puffs of winding smoke
when tea came cheap at two pence each
but to catch a glimpse of you, they came from far
when in between banter and many a verse
someone lost their nerve
while your smile was like the ode to joy

you sit now in quiet contemplation
writing a dispassionate prose
we are both past the age of poetry and till-now-forgotten loves, you see
you order two cups of tea
one for you
and one for me?

…the persistence of memory

…it’s an old photograph tucked away in a myriad folds
and yet every once in a while she stares at the gurgling laughter
and the strength of the hold
…she recalls the love and the warmth of a home
much before the big world, swallowed her whole
….a solitary moment captured in a sepia print
from days long ago
….and now when the storms rage and sometimes when the lights wane
against the flicker of candle light
….arises a smile, reminiscent of the little girl
that she used to know