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Snapshots with sky

When the sky sauntered in for a casual chat

she ran to close all the doors and windows shut

in such alacrity that he asked’ what is going on, really!’

‘nothing’ she managed a calm composed smile

smoothening her skirt and collar straight

and ruffling her hair carelessly while staring

as he lifted his hand to reach for a blue cloud

stuck in his hair and carefully set it free

So, how is everything? he asked

excepting perhaps better hospitality

she sat tight on the chair unwilling to move

or let the moment go into a memory

and just managed to nod a nervous smile

So, shall we not dance then? he asked

and she quickly jumped up

now unwilling to let go of a chance to make a memory.

Till the darkness called him to sleep and rest

the sky stoodby that day and made some timeless snaps.

Stings of love

Sometimes being surrounded with love stings acutely of loneliness

acidic in rancour and bad taste that you keep cleaning your throat

wondering what is the stink and where is it coming from

Then the Waste Land comes floating by singing

‘April is the cruellest month breeding lilacs …’

then you wish for a bit of banter and a little of nudging

but you made it a practice to saunter alone still

the heart yearns for the surety of a company and looks out

thinking the sky must now turn a brighter shade

though it is raining hard and clouds have put the sun to sleep

you wonder of sunny days and how they must be making their way

to a heart that longs for laughter and hangs on to hopes

even desperately smiling coz don’t thoughts become realities

so the cries are forbidden and they come out in soft sniffles

beneath the blankets in the darkness after the blue light dims

then you comfort yourself thinking how half the world is lonely

that is some assurance as lonely hearts sauntering in summer

may run into each other and create nests of banter and boredom

perhaps the mundane is what is interesting after all it is there

unlike the uncertainity of adventure or the quest for what is unknown.

She and lilac wine

Unsteady like the lilac wine

unstrong unlike Miley’s voice

she scrambled to her legs

having fallen from grace

she wanted a resurrection

tugging at vines winding down

she picked herself up

to raise a toast to her spirit

somehow it seemed to fail

to lift her to joys of living

and fill the air with dancing notes

instead a lone bleat broke out

slow, slumbering and sometimes thundering

gathering in intensity till she shut

her ears and plugged them tight

but the music grow louder in her head

strumming out every iota of sense and pride in her

and she stood up again dancing to the wind

some saw her going up the hill

in the steady rain and blasting winds

her shaky feet perhaps finding herself again.

PS: on listening to Miley Cyrus’ Lilac Wine

Quiet sky

Can we sit together? I ask the sky

You and I, as we watch the rain

pounding the earth

sprouting streams and puddles

of small waters holding meetings of love

shall we not sit together?

you and I and listen to the murmur of the wind

the cries of the birds swishing past to dry themselves

perhaps then you could hear me too and what my heart says

but then as you would have known by now

what my heart says and what my words speak and eyes cry out

are all entirely different, each a song of its own, still it would be nice

to have you sit by and watch the rain gods dance

while you take a break and come and sit by my side

so, what about it?

And the sky was quiet.

Have you been around?

Have you heard my smiles

have you smelt my tears

have you lent a hand

have you been around?

Have you been my joy

have you spent your time

have you stood by myside

have you been around?

have you walked the walk

have you touched the ground

have you come for love

have you felt a thought

have you been around?

have you read my dreams

have you held my arms

have you shared your pain

have you been around?

have you leaned to whisper

have you grown to love

have you been so giving

have you been around?

have you ever asked

have you ever spoken

have you ever stopped

have you ever turned to me

have you been around?

have you watched my wishes

have you seen it rain

have you thought of staying

have you been around?

Sun & Dark clouds

When the dark clouds came

Sun beat a hasty retreat

‘Sorry, I should not have come

It’s your day to shine and pour

or vice versa’

It looked as if the dark clouds

did not take it kindly

and soon filled the sky

with their own light

somewhere though

the earth lay dreaming

awash with tears of joy

drenched in love

soothing her pains

bringing her pleasures

she smiled in sleep

‘they are mine’

she murmured softly

the Sun and the dark clouds’

fancy fantasises filled her thoughts

she dreamt of love

smiles curled

around her lips

eyes grew heavy

in painful pleasure

and the sky poured

down hasty, pounding

pulsating with life.

grief

It must be how grief feels

tastless bland dull against

salivary glands

no smell whatsoever

just a dampness in the soul

old enough to grow mould

and turn dreary dumb

it must be how grief feels

salty on the lips

wet on the cheeks

a sharp nudge

on the spine

a weary thud on the floor

it must be how grief feels

numbing smell

of joy of living

sore throating you for life

and the steam sort of

aggravating the ambush

over steam, I mean

some say solitude is good

but what of grief in solitude

that kills slowly,

dulling out light

what of it?

Come, Said the Sky

‘Come’ said Sky for a change

and I followed dazed

we walked the clouds

jumped the rainbows

touched the stars

caressed the moon

showered earth

with our palms

holding it close

careful of each drop

‘Nurture with care

Give love and life springs’

he murmured as he

looked down at earth

and I saw her smile

curl and stretch

to catch his gaze

I stood silent

watching in awe

of a love affair

I had never noticed

and sighed

at my folly!