Fish & a bait'

It’s early in the morning; gentle is the summer’s breeze,

The talks are rife of the night in these corners of the sultry streets,

Raspy of what the jarred windows and their sights have seen…  

Missing notably today’s the customary decadence of greetings,

No longer muffled, devoid of any care, gone seems brusque in their banter.

The cruising winds carry the gongs of an early hour near its beginning,

And the light’s advent brings the sentiments on the green.

“It’s different today, unlike any morning I’ve ever seen.”

The trees are wary & a blanket of flowers that have seen their sheen..

Fresh are the memories, of the world, of the lived and of my tale,

The blades are blunt, when today the eulogies are being sung.

I know this is ruse, my elicit for their response…

But if they’d know of my wait, they’d be celebrating instead!

Carousing of pain which was mine, marooned where thoughts & was its life,

…did they see me reaching for tides, arms leveled and thoughts sly?

In their requiem, on how bereft went my days..no more, not after today!!

Unfazed, I join. Silly, in their jargons, they forget, “This silence is mine!” 

'Recall'

There were times, saddled, riddled and when I was brittle,
There will be days, when the smiles would sink,
In nights when the dreams would be cursed with a nightmare’s touch
In playing of the sheep, when I would revere a wolf’s touch.

In the known of my being, I will never be fine.

It has been long, distant and distances have been borne,
The curve of green, the wearing off a smile too keen,
In still longing of being heard, I wait..like I have forever
It’s abysmal how a touch can be both a bait and fever!

If I could catch a second and be longed as a visitor,
Wait would be over and the wilt of seeing would be sober.
I have seen the future, braiding through the fragments of past,
But I hold in my cup, the gulp that has long been over!

If I could still claim a stake and if time was generous instead…

Would the dugout be happy or would the reaper be instead kind?
There will be nights, when the tussles would be less,
There are days when the smiles feel like they praise,
But the crater is now deep, the soiled hands – they’re tired.

Here and there, I am caught in a temple of listless…
When missteps pace the treads and place reeks of being haunted!

Happy B’day o’ Storyteller!

The palms are nested and so are my sights,

The music hums and loses its reverberates..

It’s been days, months that I’ve known this tree’s shade,

The raindrops have a glaze now while the sun has a face..

Will you play, will you stay? If only you behaved!

I promise and you trust. Wildering wild and still sober.

We are kids with weaknesses each-

Often sitting and still making a world better.

The stories are chartered and painted are its mayhem,

The fool gets a watch, the day doors wore a look.

I wind the springs of my soul, turn the clock and open a door..

Lead my sights a padding graze, 

And there you are..amidst the setting sun,

In the runs of my gaze, carefree they traipse..

In my reach for the stars, wonder where we met?

Music to ears, your smiles and my banter.

Lonely as trees in summers, your hugs and me being the hugger!

In the bashes of your sights, the glimpses I took…

Are or aren’t you regal a real? An enchantress that has me hooked?

In misses of a missus, a silent smile you were to crook.

In wilted few tales, a story that would sweep radars off the hook

It was easy, the wait. Hard were the seconds they took.!

Insipid a crown and the princess she was to this tinsel town anew,

Riches were tattered, rags were split, all lost to a man & his kind,

The silent your smile, lost your guile..& I was brood!

Then in wonders of synchrony, the breaths you took..

The doors wore a look, hands pocketed their talk and spooked!

Time Capsule & in it, an evening'

Let us call it one fine evening..I’l open the door to usher you in,

Tiptoe like you were walking a razor thin & a hug be waitin’

It’s misty as it had rained this morning; the leaves have a shine & you a gleam,

In the wrap of the arms around, you hear a rustle of being missed.

Take off all the weights that you have been weighing since morning..

The two shoes & a dress the world has seen,

Leave a trail that leads till the bed, and I will follow!

You and me, lost in dunes of time, indulging in some guilty pleasures,

The talks of you that have me, the ones of times that I haven’t seen.   

In sight, I play the stray strands of hair and with the mystics of the unseen,

Let us call it one fine evening..I’l open the door to usher you in!

A dream sequin and where the time is satin,

It’s surreal, the beauty you when is sleeping,

Glee in rhythm of emotions,

Breathe that’s by now coastal winds.  

Plastered to wall, all I see is you in twinkle windowed light..

Frivolous our hands, I try & seamlessly they fit in,

With you besides, I refrain and the sleep too complies,

Preludes be such an evening.. I’l  open the door to usher you in!

In the douse of rings or in a dream’s tale,

The flurry of lashes, when they do wake..

Would they find the bed, still the world’s favorite place?

The hugs of sleep, in the welting of having slept sound tonight,

the confines of arms & when retourne warm you smile..sigh!!

Waging a war against time & when you do decide,

The mornings be kind & so will be my sight..

Steal you in wraps before the shower soaks you in,

It’s raining and the world is outside, the trees & placid the usual sights,

We will drop the curtains and call it one fine evening!

Sonnets of a Passerby'

In death ode an haunt, in smile of a taunt,

Grew a sign, silly silk killed me of a shine.

Breaths that skipped, jogged and blipped..

In the gaze of yours, ceilings that slit.

The free is a world, with astern a curse,

In the coming of you, the going it brings!

Askew another, taken away is a tale,

Frisks and shrugs, the world that remains..

So, smile dearie..for the reason of spring,

The painted of hurt, for a canvas benign,

In life of trust, bondage belays unspoken free words,

The sight of new and in shut eyes that care to dream.