night in your eyes

there is evening on

your face

it is the sunset

the hope of your eye

is the distortion

of a ray

there is night

in your eyes

it is the black of your

scare

your departure

is not a let down

of today

it was inevitable

even yesterday

blizzards

of passion raged

across

visibility was nil

there wasn’t much

the other side

only a bit of deceit

and a euphoria

within

there was a rose

in the heart

and speed in the veins

what the human heart

did not feel

the eye never saw

a thorn in my flesh

the knife in your reach

Distant Rumblings

clouds are rumbling

at the corners of my eyes
rims brim
nebulous stirrings
at the bottom of my glass
pain crystals surface
again
how could you just
walk away
with the best years
of my life
so naturally
so righteously
how could you
leave me
with just a wall
to lean on
breeze billows my veil
not your fingers
but wind blown tresses
caress my face
the vacancy of night
is the silhouette
of my soul
in the numerousness
of the stars
i count my wounds
the twinkle, the jarring
the piercing
all compounded
only one truth prevails,
pervades,
you have gone

life's afternoon

 

I had

kept the doors shut .

I had

mummified my Self.

I had with rigorous discipline

turned  robotic.

I had

with meticulous care,

become an inanimate object.

Why?

Why did you come along?

Memories were locked

behind decades of  last rites.

And feelings?

Feelings were buried

under layers of  life.

I didn’t know

the woman was still alive.

How could she?

She had died

so many times.

But alas!

What quirk of Fate,

brought you ?

In the afternoon of my life.

Will you be the sanjivini

 for a dead girl ?

Or yet again,

another undertaker.