Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Crimson Love

The anxious nerve tingles
As she hears the door bell jingle.
She wondered if it's him.
Looking up with hopeful eyes,
Only to realise her whim.

She goes out in the sun,
walking alone turn after turn.
wishing for him to come...
She looks back, with hopeful eyes,
only to see trailing dust of some.

She makes moves
to change the way she looks.
Of those troubles she took
she hoped for him to see it.
She looks up at the mirror with hopeful eyes,
Only to realise simplicity cannot be beat.

Now she is here
Waiting.
For him to come.
She prays with a quick blink
as her bangles clink.
Hopes and wishes ,
for the ship of her dream
to start its sail and not sink!


Inking the beats

I think to ink,
the broken verses
off my mind.
It starts smooth,
no sooner are
they stopped behind.

A dissonance it is
confluence of the repressed.
Those feelings, emotions.
I try hard to speak,
not know what
subjects those notions.

Assistance is what I seek.
Attention is what it is called.
Fake faces, false hearts.
My dissonance still
remains unresolved.

Where would I go?
Who would I seek?
'None', my heart says,
'No wonder you are turning weak'!

The journey......

From sights to gaze, fights to craze,
they walked a thousand miles.
Like the reds blossoming with kiss of the droplets
and the yellows springing with the sun's smile.
Life was beautiful in just a while.

Time flew and they never knew
they would morph into
Glue and paper, sand and the sea.
'Metaphoring' their love.
So far, yet inseparable
like sky and earth,
Flower and the bee.