the sky melts away from the earth

my arm creeps around your neck
I rest my head on your shoulder
and savour the tang on your skin

you look up from your work
turning my face towards you,
you gaze deep into my soul

rustling papers fall on the floor
the winds help us close the door
dreamy fantasies come alive

in that trice, the sky melts
away from the shaky earth,
the moonlight pins us down

when I find my moorings
and try to come out of the haze
you are watching me fumble

"sleep and dream on, you say, dreams are sweet"


"Dream on, for dreams are sweet:"

are the opening lines of the poem Dreams by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Do hop on aboard the Monday Poetry Train. Great place to hangout each Monday. What's stopping you?

that thin line

in those stones
between the cracks
I see history
written pictorially
the marks in the crevices
speak of a fallen world
I gently rub my thumb
it glistens like jade
I move around it
thinking of cymbals of time

when you call out to me
I am amazed to see myself
in a skyscrapper
staring out of the window
to a place that doesn't exist
in my hand, I am holding
a stone, that jade one
I had rubbed with my thumb
when I show it to you, your
indulgence turns to surprise

"voices in my head transfer to yours"

a day in a child's life

gloom has descended on that child
transparent tears pour over his cheeks
I kneel in front of him
wiping those as best as I can
HE IS UNCONSOLED
tears flow even after I wipe
he too kneels down
his espressions so transparent
loaded heavily with gloom

nothing is sadder for a little boy
other than a broken toy
I MEND IT AS BEST AS I CAN
he breaks down again
sadness replaces unbidden joy

abstracting

random papers
a few torn haphazardly
some cut precisely to size

lay jumbled on the floor
my nimble fingers trying
to bring some kind of order

that thimble-sized man
jumped into that disorder
moonwalked all over it

eyes fixed on its movements
I watched the fireworks
with a sense of wonder

patterns fell into place
with such grace and fluidity
papered into so much beauty

when he disappeared again
into my deep thoughts
I knew it was all unreal

"reality is creativity that comes from deep trance"

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Lately I am trying for abstract poetry. I don't know if I am succeeding or not. Feedback is welcome.

walk those miles and miles

his whole demeanor shouted weary
still he clung to the little strength he had
something pushed him to go on and on
he arrived into a deadly calm village,

Is there anybody there?" said the traveller,
knocking on a moonlit door
his hands fluttered from lace cuffs
casting long shadows on the floor

while he waited for the door to open,
he heard a tiny voice crying from inside
when he broke open the door
he found the entire family lost to the plague

with only the baby being spared
hastily he picked her up, her cries stopped.
within the warmth of his coat
she fell asleep just as soon

when he walked out of that village
after two days, he was no stranger
to the villagers, nor the infant
now sleeping peacefully in his arms

"many a times, the unknown shows us the purpose of living"

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"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door"

are the opening lines of the poem The Listeners by Walter de la Mare

equus asinus asinus

smoky mist blows from the greenish sky
giant scorpion falls on the marshy land
its legs pull out a weed,
the wetlands split into two
strange creatures stumble out
with unaccounted limbs,
"equus asinus asinus- homosapeons"
calls out a croaked voice
all exclaim and fall silent
scaly body of that man-animal
scares even the weirdest of those
the sky falls to embrace all
blue scales shine giving out light
"we have a mission, it says,
"to go out and spread our seeds,
make it as much as like us,
with as many permutations
and combinations as possible"
when it turns and spreads its wings,
that donkey-head on a man's torso
along with the fishy fins
doesn't surprise them any more
snaky lions, tigerish tortoises,
wolfish sparrow, turn upwards
walk into all directions
circling in, circling out
but converge under the red mist
shout as loud as they can

"equus asinus asinus, we found a leader in him"

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I don't know what direction my thoughts took me but the photo made me write this.

sweetness of my yearning collapses

you are not here

I close the door,
collapse on the floor

you are not here

I clutch you kerchief,
yearn for your scent

you are not here

I walk into the kitchen,
bite into a peach

you are not here

I let the sweet juice
melt into my mouth

you are not here

I cherish this moment
thankful for the space

you are not here

I hear the bell peal,
open the door

now you are here

the sun danced around him and he kissed the stars

oh yes, he had moments of sanity
coming in spurts
when the sun danced around him
and he kissed the stars
and got red roses for her,
which whispered his passion

he wanted her to go now
to leave him be
in his throes of despair
he ignored her unsaid pleas
trampled on the white roses
closed the door to her love

"as soon as she left,
in his vomit of despodency
he knifed his guts out,
watching it colour
his sandy grey floor, red"