She

Mysterious like the mist of the mountains,
innocent as a drop of dew,
beautiful like the sunrise in the plains
when the day is new.

Refreshing like the summer rain,
pleasant as the scented breeze,
calm as the flowing river
that meanders 'twixt the trees.

Untouchable like the colors of the rainbow,
unattainable like the moon in the sky,
unforgettable like sweet memories
of times gone by.

(2000)

Window Shopping

The gliter caught my eye,
and arrested my attention
in its golden glow.
The temptation had begun,
the fall was sure to follow.

Lost in dreams,
that would never come true.
Caught tantalizingly in the loop of desire.
I reach out to touch you,
the smiling glass keeps me out and the dust.

(2005)

Wish

Take me dreams on your splendid wings,
to the distant land
where the color of the sky,
is the blue of her eye.

(2005)

Cure

I saw her smile today,
brighter than the brightest day of May.
From heart to lips, from lips to eyes and there to stay.
Wish I could capture her smile in a bottle,
what fine remedy it would make
for this sweet heartache.

She looked at me today,
and then she looked away, like from carcass a tigress stray.
The light of her eye was not meant to shine this way.
Wish I could erase the memory of her smile,
what fine remedy it would make
for this needless heartache.

(2001)

Affairs of the heart

(Decicated to someone who reintroduced me to the joys of poetry)

Dancing eyes,
light and spirited like the galloping stallion
with the scent of freedom in his nostrils,
entice the foolish heart.

Tears-
droplets on the hot dessert sand
that fade away and die.
Fade away and die.

Moist lips,
tender as the forgotten dew
hidden in the bosom of Oleanders,
seduce the soul.

Cries-
lonely blizzard
howling at the unfeeling artic.
Howling at the frozen ice.

Raven hair,
mischievous like the ripples
in breeze blown paddy fields,
charm the spirit away.

Pain-
light drizzle on a dark night,
a shiver acknowledges the chill,
shiver embraces the cold.

Joyful heart,
laughing at the west winds whistle
nodding a welcome
to the arriving moment.

Fear-
unwelcome guest
knocks on the door.
Knocks on the door and stays.

(2004)

Red Chair

If I was as handsome
as the crisp sun shining
upon your lovely tress
through the open window,
as you sit reading in your red chair,
I would confess my love to you.

If I was as bold
as the mischievous breeze
fluttering the pages of your book
by the open window,
as you sit reading in your red chair,
I would confess my love to you.

If I was as mysterious
as the dark-eyed night
that creeps unseen
upon your open window,
as you sit reading in your red chair,
I would confess my love to you.

If I was as attractive
as the fireflies, enticing
in their wild dance
outside your open window,
as you sit reading in your red chair,
I would confess my love to you.

And if I was as welcome
as the sweet summer rain
that wets the sill
of your closed window
as you sit reading in your red chair,
I would confess my love to you

(2003)

Broken Dreams

Graceful by day,
you stand smiling always further than I can reach.
Mischievous by night,
you unlock the door to my dreams
and let yourself in.
You color the walls of my subconcious,
you sow seeds of your essence in my soul.
And vanish as silently as you arrived,
leaving me starring unbelievingly
at the pale ceiling above my bed,
the ceiling that has weathered many a sullen stare
the ceiling that has broken many a pleasant dream
the ceiling that is dull and unexciting
like the reality it reminds of.

(2004)

A Poet's Day

The messengers of light
dance on the green blades
to announce the arrival of a new day.
The radiant sun smiles
as the gentle breeze whistles the night to sleep.

A poet awakens from his dream
and walks into another,
carrying with care the words that feed him.
The nascent morning with graceful ease
into blushing evening turns.

The gentle stirrings of the night
usher in another change in ambience.
A wisp of hope,
a flicker of the artistic flame
and the vague promise of bread.

(2002)

Solitude

In the sanity of solitude,
I reflect on what might have been.
This dull life of mine
would have worn your colors
and my existence would have embraced your scent.

In the dreams of my desires,
I wonder if ever
the picture would look the same.
In the safety of solitude,
I lock my dreams away.

(2004)

The Lightkeeper

The dark and rickety stairs
of friendship,
so dimly lit by the light
that escapes the enforced veil.

The trees shiver,
harassed by the bitter cold.
A weary traveler rides up,
hoping for a warm hearth
and some kind words.

A knock on the door goes unanswered.
The lightkeeper sleeps,
oblivious of the engulfing darkness,
content in peaceful slumber.
No welcome song, no hot soup..
silence is its own insult
as the night embraces solitude.

(2002)

Curtain of Silence

I wonder what secret this cloud of silence hides,
I cry out loud but your silence stifles my scream.
I wonder, I wonder what it hides.
Its not often that you see a smile so sad,
Don't shut your eyes let them speak,
traitors to you, best friends to me.
Your tear soaked eye lashes,
weighed by the sorrow in your heart... so pretty, so serene.
What mortal poet can compose in words, what you feel,
and yet that melancholic smile draws more of my ilk to you,
to unravel the mystery of that enigmatic silence.
Another sherlock is born.
I look at you through the maze of my doggerel verse,
what blind poet can see the beauty beyond.
Mere men with narrow sights.
A life time of tears shall not wash the smears upon your heart.
What cruel deed! what shameless act!
In silence you endured and in silence I seek...
I wonder, I wonder what the silence hides.

(2002)