once a fire

There is a smolder in these white ashes
somewhere, refusing to extinguish
waiting to flicker
one more time,
in the damp breeze
and fill the night
with its mellow glow.
Yes, there was once a fire here,
whose flames rose to meet the sky.

my goodbye to you

one day,
we would meet again,
in a different bent of
space and time

free from
the restrains of today
the flaws of yesterday
with only us between ourselves
that day
we would let our hearts
do the reasoning

words would convey what we mean
no emotion would fumble expression
no desires would be left lurking
to form a dark memory

but until that day,
remember me,
my friend

this is my goodbye to you.

a thought to linger on

another day ended after a long evening
the last sun rays receded in the sky
leaving behind shades of darkness

the tender night caught the falling sky
into her arms and sang a lullaby
everything slowed as
time adjusted to its melody

everyone hushed for the day to sleep
everyone had a thought
to linger on tonight

The Little White Cloud

Tired of wandering
on whims of the wind
the little white cloud
stopped in the blue sky

For many days
it had swirled and tumbled
in the vast skies,
and had grown weary
like a lone traveler
the last few turns
it cannot remember

It hung in the sky
motionless
with all its resilience

It wanted to be free
from the fetish of the wind
left alone in the vast expanse
with a compass of its own

It wanted to soak the seas
smell the mountains
and perhaps
inspire a poet
on its way.

Black and White

I found an old photograph
of yours
in a book of mine

Your portrait,
black and white
placed like a bookmark,
between tainted pages,
reminding me
that I had left the story
unfinished

You looked like
a delicate dream
that had realized
it was just a dream,
a void, caught in the net of reality

I read a few pages
and thought it was absurd
to read the same story
again.

Under the Green Shade

I feel alive but not so lively
without you,I feel young
and don't want to grow old
without you

You for whom I crave to exist
and burn to re-exist. You whose absence
is sorrow and sight warms heart with desire.
You whom I want to hold, love and destroy

In you I empty my despair
In you is rooted the pain I suffer

I no longer wish to hold your hand
breathe your scent or use your
thoughts in my poems. I want you
to fade away remainderless.
I want to forget you.

I want to discover myself
as a possibilty of being
without you.

Sleep for a while

I want to stop this journey
where hope is but a mirage
to fill an empty heart

Where the roads are crooked
and passers by
seldom stop to give directions

I want to keep my story unpenned
to remain only in thoughts
and meet an ordinary end

Story with no drama
only passive verses
and punctuations at wrong places

I want to sit down in the shade,
let the sweat evaporate
when the breeze touches my forehead
and sleep for a while