Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Weird Winter Wish

This winter is weird,
As it kindles desires, odd.
It makes your palms
To crave, to be clasped.
Instead of facing a furnace.
Or slide into a pair
of woollen gloves.
Your cold shoulders
Yearn for a warm hug
Instead of a pullover
Or a snug cashmere rug.
And your lips
Seek another pair.
To seal the warmth;
Rather than finding comfort
With a brimful of hot chocolate.
This winter is weird indeed.
But it also kindles a desire
Not so odd.
And that’s the wish
Of being with you;
In many more winters to come.

Monday, December 19, 2011

icebreaker


With just an inch 
in between
He counted 
those minute lines
on her lips;
Like a Prisoner
Counting the bars;
Imprisoned 
in anticipation.
And as those lips locked, 
He tasted freedom
in breathlessness.

Friday, December 16, 2011

the closed book?

Leaning against the big bookrack
She saw his message on her palm.
And her face wore a myriad of expressions.
That instant, behind her, commotion brewed.
Unable to find the right words to define.
A few pages flipped over and over again.
The thesaurus jumped off the top most shelf
And lay on its back with a broken spine.
While the lone dictionary leapt,
In vain, to drown itself in the nearby fish bow
l.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

building the rainbow bridge


This was an awkward moment, indeed,
When they felt they had almost parted ways.
The barrenness of the land
Gave way to the vastness of the sky.
Now they were on two parallels
That stretched to no end.
In fact, even the horizon
Wasn’t clearly in sight.
The earth rumbled, and
the dunes of sand
Were churned by the wind.
The sky turned pale
And its clouds grew dark.
A retort to the silent earth’s remark.
The thunder rolled with its drum roll.
And the lightning sped ahead, making way.
The war was on and the arrows rained.
It went on till the sun rose, covering its head.
They say, it’s calm before the storm.
But here life returned to normal after the battle.
The earth opened up
And wore a green stubble.
The blue sky gazed coyly
Through the veil of pristine clouds.
The nothingness in between
Was now filled with serenity.
The horizon was at eye’s reach in full glory.
The tryst seemed like it was destined.
For rainbow bridges can’t be built
Without the cornerstones of thunderstorms.