Phantasmagoria

On a lazy afternoon, thinking of my old friend Mel's remark about independence......
Usually I do not rhyme, but today just fancied....its certainly not the best.

The stretch of black ribbon of road,
lay with abundant promise.
I tread with dainty gait to yonder,
Nothing seems amiss.

The prodigal stars splash its glitter,
The full moon dance in splendor.
The lilac pervade all its aura,
Drenching me asunder!

The glow worm ignite my racy blood,
The mid summer night beckoning,
Liberty stood across in wanton,
I forlonely pondering.....

The euphoric night is but a dream,
The chains of bondage mocks.
I succumb meekly, to my torments.
While my world havocs!

A tribute to the Tiger!

To Prabhakaran.....so long!!

Forty summers passed,
I slighted the sun, going behind the horizon.
It was a riot of red,across my gray sky.

The gentle falling leaves,
cradled my comrades.
I submersed myself in mutilated mirth.

Marching on the invincible path,
I stumbled upon destiny.
She ridiculed me with her gear, death.

I embraced it silently.
The slanderous wind unveiled me of glory,
Barring a handful of earth,where I stand sublime.

Sigh

Walking through the slumberous lane,
I stopped at the rusty gate.
The cankerous door standing to embrace me.
Drawn through the alluring darkness,
I hop scotched my way through the labyrinth of dust.
With each palpable step, I went back to the past,
Unraveling many a secret of languid summers;
When salubrious evenings filled the cup of joy.

Mirth reverberating through lace of cobweb
Defying time.
The peeled lime of the wall now speaks of void.

Collapsing on the fraying tapestry, I still felt the warmth;
Once, left by our entwining torsos.
Lying transfixed, I purged myself in my own tears.
If only I could make the lifeless pendulum tick,
If only I could change the sepia,
If only………..
The bygone rose from the ashes of past?

Towering edifices stands elevated,
Its brick and mortar reeks in wealth.
Inside dwells a populace,unburdened of most worries.

The fervent sun and torrid rains,
along with dust of time,
has stripped the facade of its resplendence.

The luster cannot wane,
The artisans are summoned.
Back breaking restoration of glory begins.

Unsteady scaffolding holds crystal ball.
It could be a tale of tomorrow,
or a morbid story bathed in blood,blend into past.

Inside under chandelier's glow,
Fine clothed inhabitants feast,
Consumed in passionate intoxication.

Outside vortex of misfortune strikes,
causing a meteoric fall;
Another lifeless slide into oblivion,but not many rue!!

Autumn's epiphany

Ten springs back,
The mirror reflected honey suckle.
The albatross skin,
knew not whats freckle.

The pearly smile then,
lurched many a heart.
Now its a sallow tale
of saccharined tart.

The mellifluous voice too
is a victim of erosion,
The once cascading tresses,
Is waning in full motion.

The progressive midriff,
is a testimony of plight.
Someday I will beat the scale,
is a dream I delight.

The golden heart,
the razor sharp intellect,
Is a spoof of past,
I wince as I deflect.

What if the milk of human kindness,
gets totally depleted?
Leaving residue of sour yogurt,
completely bacteria infested?

Panchali's five spice passion!

The veridical Yudishtir,
Your near perfect fidelity,
arouses my highbrow.

Bhima,
The bearer of most somatic strength,
puts me in a showboat!

Arjun,my lord master,
Your precision,
makes me salubrious.

Nakul and Sahadev?
The bond slaves,
Heightens my womanly sensibilities.

In annals of passion,
I stand victim of radical envy,
But only I know how I am circumscribed.....

For whom the knell tolled!

The bell chimed
Holy water atoned
Divine flame purged innocent hand.

Deity sat in beatific smile,
Priest chanting hymn.
Satan's countdown began!

Hourglass sifted,
sand of time ticking,
Destiny unfolded.

Lifeless innocence lay in heap
Tears and gore blend.
Mourning drowns cowerdice's gaiety.

Hourglass sifted again,
Crusaders sought salvation,
Allah led them to gyre of misery