In the dark of the monsoon…
She sat timidly…frail and forlorn
Adrift in limitless thoughts…
Those good old days long gone.
Yearning for that touch… warm
The wind howled in a silent wail…
As the candle flickered tirelessly…
Memories dissolve…leaving a faded trail.
Into the misty gray she stared…
Eyes in search for that fairy tale…
Trembling fingers flip stained pages…
Tracing life through pictures pale.
“Hello Abigail!”… a voice resounds from afar…
A momentary turn… she slips back again
The armchair rocked… eyes cast a questioning gaze…
He hadn’t come… it was an expectation in vain.
There goes the road… winding downhill…
Dusty…’tis a path that’s neverending…
Into the horizon… into the mist.. it melted
Like a mindless wanderer, meandering…
Aligning to the night stars bright…
Into the vastness it traversed..silently
Uncared, yet so pivotal to wordly existence…
It slithered past the eyes… stealthily
Into the gray it went peacefully…
Turning at the umpteen bends…cautious
As if a new thrill seems to await…
Alas there’s none… life’s so monotonous…
Distant lands beckon with eager…
Drifting… it strays towards colorful dreams…
Appalled…it stops, aghast at phony feelings…
Retraces… it heads toward unpretented realms…
Etching past thorny bushes… unhurt
Into the haunted wilderness it wanders…
Aspiring for a destiny… still undefined…
Like a nomad into the oblivion… it meanders.
There it is, in earnest he exulted,
Atop the shelf…the scarlet box,
With silver ribbons braided,
Twirling around like curly locks.
Filled with jewels of deep desire,
’tis an object of taste profound,
The salve for a man’s ire,
He said, staring with affection abound.
Sweet memories carefully encased,
Reminiscing moments precious,
With the sweet of your love laced,
’tis emanates an aroma luscious.
A glimpse is what he craved,
Of the morsels of palatal pleasure,
Asleep softly and neatly cased,
To be awakened by a swift gesture.
Livid…yes,livid I am
to see thy sweet smile…
the blush on thy rosy cheeks
the sparkle in thy eyes…
The scent of thy perfume…
Vibrant like the morning sun dance,
Kindle the soul within…
Eliciting sparks of sweet romance
The swish of thy velvety tresses.
Send ripples of an intimate desire…
Gentle fingers kiss my cheeks…
Bringing to life the amorous fire.
Utterances from thy luscious lips,
Like holy chants, flutter the soul within…
As I migrate into an elusive trance…
Enamored by thy voice…enchanting.
Where hast thou been, me question.
As I gaze at thee with wonder…
Speechless, I search for words…
Lost in thy mazey beauty….I wander.
Remember our walk during moonlit days,
By the side of the whispering river,
It’s crystal light on your face,
As our fingers did entwine and quiver.
Absorbed in your dreamy gaze,
I’d uttered words like a toddler,
Brushing past the grassy maze,
Into the white mist did we wander.
Timeless moments of sweet chatter,
Furthered the meet of our minds,
Leading to an idealistic banter,
Of politics and inane guidelines.
Remember how under the starlit skies,
We sauntered like the passive wanderer,
Following the trail of the fireflies,
Humming tunes with theatrical fervour.
Lost in the world of our dreams,
We heard none but our hearts beat,
Your warm caress was my realm
Our eyes locked in an amorous meet.
Amidst fiery battlegrounds,
Where wolves roam free,
She stood brave and strong,
Facing squalls of envy.
Fearless, she drew her sword,
Unnerved by deathly winds,
She charges ahead with vigour
Swiftly within an eye’s blink.
‘Twas a battle of filthy lust,
She fought with hallowed silence,
Wearing armours of virtue and trust
To end this smutty pestilence.
With fair grace did she lodge,
The pennant of pure victory
Though death she couldn’t dodge
But immortalised in human history.