Saturday, November 19, 2011

Mask

a house on the river

waves lap at the door

red grass smiles tall

sunrise brush-strokes paint purple

diamonds glitter

on noon’s proud chest

radiant peacocks open petals

winged dahlias in twilight bloom

earth bathes in a rain of stars

chirping birds perched on moon

rainbow across the night sky

all unseen, unheard,

beneath

the masked surface.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

skyward

skyward

I smile away

the familiar pain of love

transient like moonshine

and walk back into my dreams

love’s crest illumined on high seas

lends light

to floating, dancing stars

the melodious rhythm

of moon-washed waves

matches Ganesha’s cosmic dance

I steal a look at the rising winds

in carefree abandon

and say a silent prayer--

“build me a ladder O winds of time

so that rung by rung

I can one day

reach and touch the skies.”

Child Bride

her first smile of freedom

takes shape in the music of

her kaleidoscopic glass bangles—

dream come true

the bangles belong to her

but they are crushed into

a thousand fragments

under the weight of

his naked unleashed passion

on the very first night

she’s stifled in the punjent smell

of loveless desire.

the broken remnants of glass

scatter multiple colours

on the crumpled bedsheet

but mark her innocence

with only red.

like a million arrows shot at once

her shrieks of terror

pierce the uncanny silence

of the dark expanse outside.

cookie-woman

Cookie-woman

alluring manicured roundness

chocolate and raisin studded,

the cookie was once

a shapeless mass,

a function of

the oven’s volcanic fury

of the master baker’s

no-mercy sweeping gestures

woman,born, reborn

and born again

all in one birth

a function of man’s desire

seeking sense in

sometimes-loved

othertimes-ignored gestures

shaped, chiseled,

to suit her master,

is the manicured cookie

relished bite by bite until

dreams defeated,

she is a shapeless mass once more.

hope

hope

time tires

ghosts of darkness

spread their night-rug

over a million blinking stars

the quietly-burning

light-lending candle

in a shimmering thatched hut

does not lose hope

bent under the weight of

aloneness and familiar pain

the frail woman

offers a silent prayer

as she waits for the moment

of everlasting reunion

with her long-gone child

hope steps onto her threshold

once again and promises that

the brightest sun shall shine once more.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Gangrape

dumbstruck time
stands motionless
head hung in shame

broken thoughts fragment
the child-woman’s dreams
dreams woven across time
since the first stirrings of passion
when love’s frenzied pulse-beats
went racing through her veins
disbelief breeds in the
blood-soaked sheet
evil lurks in every drop of air
howling winds pound on
the lone window-pane
hailstones rain ruthless

as dead dreams fall heavy on her
she staggers out in tatters
bruised breasts smell of raw flesh
the soul weeps in the ashes
of burnt apparels of dignity

a feeble futile attempt
to unwrite the story fails
time stands stone-still
wondering whether to
usher in the next moment.

note:this poem is published in JOURNEYS, S.Africa.
Surrender

holding rusted memories
in my palm, I look into
the mirror of my poems
the mirror smiles away my lament

a second look
into the mirror and
I smile away the mirror’s lament,
of time racing past
leaving only a barren trail behind

I, my poem and a new emerging I
now grief, solace and strength
resume our search
for a slice of happiness
only to dissolve
in the flow of life
alongside barren lands

a thousand moons hence
we continue to remain
the progeny of time.

note:published in Journeys,S.Africa