Tuesday, January 31, 2012


hidden by the fog
I walked blindly
chasing the road as if in a blind alley
sounds of chilly wind chased me
silence of my chilled heart propelled me
I stumbled in the cobbled path
fell down on my knees,
compelled to kiss the frosted earth

when I reached home
I didn't see the light at first
but seeing you sleeping so peacefully
I jumped on our bed
kissed the roof with glee
cool surface drove away my guilt
innocence of your love merged into me

"when you wake up
I will make up
until then I am going to figure out
how to stand upside down"

Sunday, January 29, 2012


Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky
frozen in time
the squiggles are the cause of anguish for the earth
red splotch startles the serenity
electrifying field absorbs shocks
permeable pigments scatter randomly
why are there fresh prints of invisible feet?
in the pattern
lines encircle tapestry of dots

a flame is born out of blank canvas,
is it wrong to assume otherwise?

Thursday, January 26, 2012

the road

it hurts to traverse that road
in my mind's eye
it is a straight path
but your machinations stop me
I find pieces of glass embedded under my shoes
left all alone in that labyrinth
I need a knife to cut the path

"why do my boots stop me
from following what my heart desires?"

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


under that tree I kept it hidden
the sheen of your sweat
which had flowed for me in desire.
who dug it out,
along with my sensuality
which I had  packed inside a bubble?
the air evokes you for me,
moving in a lumber way-
now it blows too fast
leaving a wreck behind.

"I will again create a bridge and reach out for you"


Writing another keepsake poem was tough. I don't think I succeeded. Thanks We Write Poem for using my prompt for this week

Sunday, January 22, 2012


a story
I scatter in the wind
I know it will scald
shards will pierce into the ashen urges
but I curb my instinct to run
ignore the whispering sisters
who have the knack to create trouble
when the mind is fertile
I know how to charm out a story
from the debris.
anything is possible
I uncurl and walk free

"a non-smile is harbinger of smile,
don't we know that?"


Today I struggled to write this. My muse seems to have gone into hiding. I have not been able to write. Come to think of it, I don't want to do ANYTHING! Hope I get over this phase soon enough.

Monday, January 09, 2012

chequered windows

thousands of aeon have passed
I grope the air
thatched huts are just beyond that gate
forgotten splotchy hearth reminds me of
my fluttering heart in a rain laden day
a flash of iridescent stones blinds me
I run out of the gate
breathing into cold air
he watches me from above
I detest that condescending look on his face

"rebuild my a pedestal, I will look down upon you"

Thursday, January 05, 2012

frustrating frustum

I see the atmosphere spiral down
the cut shell makes a naughty sound
wonderful tactic to distract me
that rotation is not the zenith
even though I know its importance
what lay on that deserted ground?
why did you look so forlorn
lying with your feet crossed at the ankles;
nonchalance that reached out to my soul
I wanted to hold on to the slices;
to focus onto the unrelenting elements

"the point is broken, I hold the frustum
staring into an unforeseen future"

Monday, January 02, 2012

misty fog

River, Marina Moevs, 2005
I walk in the misty fog
the dust under my feet speaks to me
a tale of mirrored magic
hidden in the mystical fog

pebbles pave the way
branches kiss the sky
bending to the will of the earth
I pick the dust caress it carefully

smiling at its tale
I box it under a tree
the leaves hide me from the magic
in the opaque angles of light

I raise my head
feel an auspicious sign
look up to the sky
see it lined with gold

"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

Sunday, January 01, 2012

drifting words

I put the final stitches to that patch
yarn was coming apart
my plum sweater was a gift from the past
the letters had stopped coming
I had not expected the drift
I shovelled that sense of loss
and let the wind stop my thoughts
shouldn't I have spun a tale for friends
change the old to new?

"an image that forms behind the eyes
how do I explain dancing words?"