Green

an old poem with a new tag…

Poems

Have I fallen in love with green tonight
when the soft darkness of the azure sky
had painted her face against the fleeting time
and if I have then why, when the hour came
to look into her eyes, I looked away?
Who knows! May be it is the bitter past
or the future, inevitably cold,
waiting for each of us at the day’s end!
Still, love, so it seems, is larger than both
life and death. From the whispers of the wind
I know I am in love with her tonight
as her face is painted on the azure sky
and her limbs softly clad in green and gray…
and still when I should look into her eyes, I look away!

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And The Night

and old poem I have fallen in love with suddenly,,,,

Poems

…And the night, far away from home
Still feels the same, dark and empty,
Foamy clouds gliding on the wind.
Yet when the eerie moon comes out
Casting shadows along the ground
The world seems unknown all around,
So different from yesterday.
But yesterdays are gone and dead,
Long entombed beneath the tears shed,
Though from time to time coming back
Like ghosts, visiting us in dreams.
Then with the sun on prowl, the day
Contrasting more prominently
The forms though the ideas within
Remaining the same as they were
Last night and on the day before…

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Footsteps

Forgotten spider-webs
Hanging empty from the ceiling,
Their weavers gone or dead……..

Poems

Footsteps echoed on the floor
Closing in, unhurried and certain.
Who’s coming, Love or Death
You cannot guess. Within the walls
Of old bricks and values
On a bed unslept for ages
A guitar rusts unstrung.
Films of dust thickening on it.
Footsteps unhurried and soft
Down the corridor, closing in.
Forgotten spider-webs
Hanging empty from the ceiling,
Their weavers gone or dead,
Like this dusty walls and the room.
Who’s coming, Love or Death?
Do you know who’s coming? Thick blood
Flowing out from your heart.
Then the footsteps stop at the door…

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A Dead Wait

A Dead Wait

As the seconds stretch into days
and days into years, I wonder
if she is ever coming back to me!

I remember her promises,
spoken to me in whispers, soft,
each and every word so vividly.

I can still recall, in her eyes,
the innocence of love, unbound
and equally wild, when she assured me.

Wish I could visit an Oracle to know
if we shall reunite in this life once more
or I shall inherit this void till my demise!

Will I ever again see her eyes in the sun,
she said she would but can the dead ever return?

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