When The Light Beckons

… But when the light beckons, please let me go
and taste the open wind flowing
across the sea. I’m weary of my life,
weary of this perpetual night.
Even when the clock says it’s morning now,
the sun is nowhere on the sky.
I can feel that the hour is closing in
of reckoning, when my oblivion starts
once the moment of truth has passed away
through the darkness to an eternal day.

John Doe

Why is there so much anarchy and blood
among humankind all across the world?
Does it matter where it flows or from whom
would it ever be orange, green or blue!
Still the shadows of a line never seen
or the blessings of a faith never found
make yours appear so different from mine.
Why is there such a race where each of us
must beat the others in everything?
Does it matter if you have lost or won
would it let you be an immortal one!
Still the craving for a bliss never seen
and promises made in a hollow dream
make us run with our eyes closed for dear life.

Perhaps the birth of a messiah is close.
Perhaps an apocalypse or may be
the Armageddon itself is at hand
and seems until then this chaos never ends.

A Duet With Bindu (third edit)

The rain dances on my skin
as I search for you.
I wonder if you are hiding
behind these dark clouds
playing with me with your
lingering gaze
And the wet chant takes me
to a buried moment
of incense and crushed rose petals,
of slow strokes and muted whispers,
of thunder and lightning.
I am soaked in those memories
and time grows heavy with
longing.
I wonder if the caress of the winds
carried my song!
For when the raindrops smelled like you,
I knew I had found my sanctuary
I had found you!

When the humid wind turned soothing cold
and the sweltering sun buried below
the dark grey clouds,
my wait to greet the rain – I could feel,
would be over soon.
As Gods played Diwali in the sky,
Thunders, blue and white
appeared to my eyes.
I thought I could hear your song
and your sigh!
Yesterday you said, it was raining there,
and when I asked you for some,
You replied, ‘But that I cannot share’!
Deep down I knew,
your love was too sublime
to deny me anything from your heart.
So when the raindrops smelled like you
I wasn’t surprised at all, I was,
rather soaking wet
from the rain
and glowing from your love.

A Duet With Bindu (first edit by Bindu)

He:
When the humid wind turned soothing cold
and the sweltering sun buried below
the dark grey clouds,
my wait to greet the rain – I could feel,
would be over soon.
As Gods played Diwali in the sky,
Thunders, blue and white
appeared to my eyes.
I thought I could hear your song
and your sigh!
Yesterday you said, it was raining there,
and when I asked you for some,
You replied, ‘But that I cannot share’!
Deep down I knew,
your love was too sublime
to deny me anything from your heart.
So when the raindrops smelled like you
I wasn’t surprised at all, I was,
rather soaking wet
from the rain
and glowing from your love.

She:
This new rain dances on my face
as I search for you, on the horizon.
And it lingers my over my skin,
making me long for your touch.
I wonder if you could hear my song
tell you, that to you, I belong!
I watch the wind caress me
in his arms,
bringing your whispers,
your passion, your words!
The thunder and lightning startle me!
And I hear the Gods
mocking my foolishness!!
But what do they know
about two entwined souls
reaching across those dark grey clouds.
And when the raindrops smelled like you,
I knew I had reached my sanctuary
I had reached home
to you!

A Duet With Bindu

When the rain lingers on my face

and trickles down across my skin

there is a longing for your touch inside

while I search for you on the horizon.

I wonder if you are hiding behind-

these dark grey clouds, with your lingering eyes on me!

Wish I could sing the words etched on my heart-

telling you that to your soul I belong!

The wetness brings back a buried time

of incense and rose petals crushed,

of candle lights and mellow kisses,

of slow strokes and silken sighs

amid thunders and faraway lightning.

I am soaked in those memories

while the time grows heavy with a longing,

I wonder if the caress of the breeze

could carry my unspoken song to you!

 

When the humid wind became soothing cold

and the sweltering sun got buried below-

the dark grey clouds, my wait to greet the rain-

I could feel, should be over soon.

Thunders, blue and white appeared to my eyes

as if it was Diwali up there on the sky.

Yesterday when I asked you for some rain

as you said, it was raining there,

‘But that I cannot share’, you replied.

Deep down I knew your love was too sublime

to deny me anything from the heart.

 

So when the raindrops smelled like you

it felt like my sanctuary had been found at last.