Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, December 5, 2011

across the coffee table

not your makeup
not the jiggles of your jewellery or
of the 10,000 things in the purse as you move
it's your fragrance teasing the air
kissing

not your dress
or the legs left uncovered
or the drinks between us
the smoke holding us
a blanket
a silent symphony goes on
two hazy souls tango
while seated across the coffee table
you and i
it's the time spent looking,
waiting

your lips,
freshly painted
pouting
the parting wet paint
mist and mist
tease
lust
love


two hazy souls tango
while seated across the coffee table
drinks between us
smoke holding us
you and i
fog and first sunlight




Saturday, April 16, 2011

history



i stumbled upon a picture
she was an old friend
an acquaintance actually
from a time long gone
a decade
or more
i was too young
middle school
acne was yet to appear
i was a best looking guy i knew
we never really spoke that much
she and i
i was a junior
she was in high school
i went to co-ed
she was an all girl convent
we went to the same tuitions
sat on the same mat
cold mornings
she always wore uniform
white and royal blue
white ribbons
i learnt the chapters she already had
she remembered it all
i knew
our batches overlapped
her's left
mine began
in between teacher took breaks
her batch used to stay back and chat
girls
i used to be the early guy
one day we had a history test
the year was about to end
she was in the senior most batch
i asked her who discovered america
i knew it was columbus
she said americo vespuci
it made sense
still does
now i know her full name

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Molten river surrenders


Natures Mysteries go on...

There a butterfly flaps a little too hard,
and here a storm gathers up.
Somethings Happen.

Beyond Vision
Beyond Reason
Logic Failed Miserably.
Nothing to deduce.


A Man can never understand
things that are happening around,
Stampede that goes on inside.
A Man - Hunter, Warrior, Man.


Rock solid.
Untouchable.
Dominant.
Cold.


Natures Mysteries go on and on...
There a butterfly flaps a little too hard,
and here a storm gathers up.
There a Woman Smiles...