October

With October came the season 

Of unexpected rain and fusion

Of autumnal wind and vision

Of a winter not far away

With October came the festives

Of togetherness and missives

Of love and the will to forgive

Endurance and give aways

With October came the sun

A bit mellowed but really fun

A little chilly a little warm

But surely longer to stay

With October drifted the leaves

From green to yellowed mischiefs

No it's not one of my pet peeves

Its October be mild you may

With October the blooms still

Blossom and birds trill

Chirpy and noisy as hell

Making a ruckus in my balcony 

With October there's the spirit

Of going and bringing with it

Wistful memories

Of a long gone past faraway

With October came goodbyes

To summer and rains' cry

And balms to heal and how!

October linger longer I pray

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Beloved Autumn

a monsoon washed sky of sparkling blueness

slumbering on pillows of snow white cottony clouds trees wrapped in emerald kimonos

swaying to the rhythm of gentle breeze

like a maestro caressing a wand on the strings of a violin mellifluous but a wee bit wistful reminiscentive tune the sun is still bright but does not blaze the earth and the nights are enfolded in the charm of a whispering moon with the chariot of stars bejeweled and bright twinkle in pure delight in a sheath of dreams beloved autumn your blossoms are still in bloom my hearth redolent with their fragrance and warmth of your presence soothes the soul into soft awakening you are the threshold to winter's frozen frame of listless monotony of 

verses wane away not so soon let the embers of desire die down a little it's glow spread like

a mellowed cocoon of bygone comfort o 

beloved autumn dear friend don't desert us 

without hope without colours without songs

without the wisp of your mesmerics so soon

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Old And New

Old books

Old shoes 

Old clothes

Old me

Old you

Old home

New words 

New tales

New songs

New beginning 

New secrets

New furnishings 

Where do I keep my

Oldness

Amidst this bizarre

Newness

The madness of

Not knowing 

Not following 

At the airport 

While saying goodbye ?

At the bus stop

Letting them go by ?

At the train station 

Puffing up with the engine ?

At the shore ?

If the ship gets wrecked ?

Then what ?

She shakes her head

And laughs

It's the latest technology 

They don't get wrecked 

We have to just throw away 

What we can't repair

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Love Is

I asked her what love is

She said it's not to be defined 

Something pure and refined

That makes you grow

And lets you know

You are too small to be petty

I said that's quite pretty 

But I thought what you felt inside

Sometimes stormy sometimes calm

It's like holding the world in your palm

Like a song mellowed with age

Like spreading your wings uncaged

Like cradling the sky in your arms

She laughed out wild , So I discern

It beats within you in your heart

The flutter of a flitting butterfly 

But I am talking of love , my dear

Folded in the blanket of snow

Scorched under the blaze of sun

Blossoming in verdant spring

Frosting in white winter's chill

Warring against conquests futile 

Embracing all without a guile

A love that lets you throw

Away that is worldly and low

Endure the bitterest of blows

Of life with the serenest smile

And let's you diffuse your big I

In the isness of your nomadic soul

That is love which you not know

But is revealed in your deepest core 

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Sunday

Some days verses just don't happen

Even after taking a deep breath

And a long sip of the morning chai

Verses just don't happen

Perhaps after a lazy walk down the lane

Or at the milkman's I shall be inspired

To capture the essence of life

Things that don't make sense will 

Suddenly add up

But it doesn't happen like that

On a Sunday the words have gone

For a stroll

On somedays verses just don't happen 

Let's not ruffle memories any more

Let's not hustle 

Let's just lay spreadeagled

And listen to the calm

The silence of this room

The wordlessness that makes up 

The world...you and me 

Verses will arrive on their own whims

Today let's give in to the power of

Just not happening 

And something may suddenly happen 

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The Curse

I thought it was a delulu

When the sparrow straight looked at me

And said in a voice calm and quiet

I think your lewk is just not right

I was surely taken aback

What ? Dare you speak to me like that!

To which he flipped open a diary

And cleared his throat nonchallantly

Hark ye human ! Your broligarchy

Will never go unpunished you'll see

You who have downed the trees in forests

Filled the air with smoke and noise 

You who have murdered the clear blue seas

Think of ruling the universe and rejoice

You with your ways unconcerned 

Wars and words of empty rhetorics

Will soon be from this earth gone

Will soon be from this earth gone

I trembled teetered tottered and said

I am just a sufferer as you are

See the number of medicines I have

To which he was most unimpressed

What ye have done is without redress

You bipeds are all the same 

Whether you take a holy dip in the Ganges

Your load of sins will never be rinsed

Mark these words as I say

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Flash Poem : Distortion

Dreams dive unto the night. Distorted imageries, fragments of fiction that never was. Never will be. I have walked million miles with the moon to reach out to you, to your universe of blissful songs. Perhaps you will wake up to my despondence. Not once but everytime I cry out for you. Hold me into your embrace of stars. But you have only echoed the silences making me believe once again that there never was and there never will be.

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