Flower and the Fox

Fragrant flower, fragrant flower

Drenched in the twilight shower

Holding eternity in an hour

She stuns the fox in the bower.

Solitary fox, solitary fox

He seeks the beautiful hollyhocks

While they smile at the paradox;

The mighty witches and warlocks.

Haiku Chain (5-7-5)

Sea

A tranquil cadence
Sea, its shimmering essence 
Sways to the silence

Meadow

Wind and field whisper
Million sea thrifts shiver
Dreamy November

Sky

A lonely cloudscape
Shrouded in a soft black cape
Looks for an escape.

On Losing Her

A lone tear,
A bit of his being,
Meanders
The crevices of memories
And falls into nothingness,
Seeking her, yet again.
He lets go of the pieces
Of his broken heart
Clutching the remains
Of her fragrance
Ebbing away swiftly.

Dèjá Vu

The ocean crashes with all its might,
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.

The Mortal

Unravelled thread by thread

Love shrouding a betrayal,

It was never me,

Never the heart of glass,

That seemed alluring..

Twas an addictive clinging

That drew you to me. 

Paper, plastic, metal came in

Promising a world so bright,

When I stood in the quicksand

You refused to see my plight.

Now as it ebbs away,

All that was once sacred,

I burn to ashes, I turn grey,

And the red gets charred.

Go away, as far as you can

For you'll be blinded

When I rise again.

When The Day Comes

The last breath, the last moment,

Before the eyes close to never open

Before the last leaf falls in Autumn,

On the last night, when the last crescent,

Illuminates our lives together,

The laughter, the love and passion,

Veiled and unveiled by the clouds,

That hold the last drops of rain

To quench our souls for one last time

When they descend, we ascend,

We rise in love, hand in hand,

Carrying everything that created us

Beyond all that's ephemeral,
Between the shadows and the souls.

Someday!

Yellow clouds, pink skies

And the bridge of love in Annecy

She smiles as the time flies

Its wings crimson, soft and lacy,

Her heart, azure and wise.

Vermilion peaks, green ice

And a bowl of pure bliss in Tawang

Assimilating with moist eyes,

She remembers a song she sang,

Long ago, with the butterflies .

A Grey One

She's tired of waiting for her life to be thawed and be infused with a soul. Why is bliss so ephemeral? Why doesn't it rain anymore? The air she breathes is laced with malice. She wishes to get into her cocoon and shut the world out but they won't let her... She wishes to be invisible and dreams about running away to a hilly place where it rains a lot. She wishes... she could open her heart to you, trust you with the most ridiculous ideas dancing in her mind over a bowl of mushroom soup and sleep as you read out to her. She wishes you're around for an eternity. Such selfish wishes! Not really. She keeps them to herself. Your happiness is all she seeks. With or without her by your side.