6 November 2014

Remembrance


I remember slow dancing
To the melody that played,
The day I first met you,
And then when I left you.

I remember bliss and laughter
By the brook along the way,
The way that led me to you,
The way I found and lost you.

I remember tea and biscuits
By the sidewalk, on the couch,
The day we whispered promises,
The day we broke those promises.

I remember sunflowers
By the window, in the meadow,
The day we painted rainbows
And loved beneath the shadows.

I don’t remember sadness,
I don’t remember pain,
I do not feel the memory
Of leaving in the rain.

For I chose to forget sadness,
I’ve washed away the pain,
Left with a distant memory
Of leaving in the rain.

And so I remain dancing
Or laughing by a brook,
Gazing out at happy sunflowers,
Tea and biscuits in my nook.

1 October 2014

Whispers in the Wind



The voices beckon – urgent, grave,
She leans forward – puzzled, brave,

The voices seduce – sultry, bold,
She hesitates – nervous, cold,

The wind gets stronger – swifter still,
The pressure mounts against her will,

The sun gets colder – shadows fill,
Her heart beats faster - time stands still,

The breeze surrounds her – warmth and pain,
The past takes hold of her once again,

The voices call out – insistent, old,
She turns around – unsure-hold,

The voices whisper – tender, kind,
She blinks: once, twice - all in her mind.



(Photographs taken at the Monsoon Palace, Udaipur, Rajasthan)

28 September 2014

Shadow's Book of Verse - 3


As stars touched upon her midnight blue
And twinkled like glittering diamonds on her naked body
Everything but her was rendered False
Every bitter truth, Untrue.

A hundred violins sounded in the tender breeze
Lithesome, she danced and I stood transfixed
Reluctant, my thoughts, my being, lingered
To watch her seduce, and let her tease.

Many a traveller happened upon her
Many heaped her with their praises
I watched silently, her sorcery
And heard them all concur.

The morning mist upon brilliant flowers
That lined her heaving bosom
Stood witness to her greatness
And her tremendous soothing powers.

I remained but for a second
I loathe to say goodbye
Bosphorus, O, Bosphorus
I will return when you haunt me, when you lovingly beckon!

- Shadow

26 September 2014

Shadow's Book of Verse - 2

I know not hunger,
I am well fed,
Clothed in green,
I know not dread,
My luxurious shoes displease me
while you are barefoot,
I see only green pastures,
Your barren land, I overlook,
I see your pain
And yet I am blind,
I hear your cries
But I let you die.

I am an ocean but shallow still,
I am an arrow waiting to kill,
I am the sun but have no light,
I have the power but choose to deny.

- Shadow

9 April 2014

The Girl In The Park


When dawn passes and daylight arrives - so do the others, so does She.  Sunday morning nature walk – welcome one, welcome all. No, not really – just a passing thought.

A group of strangers gather - every Sunday, different yet same. She joins them – at first invisible.She joins them – apart yet a part of their trail.

Nothing comes easy, nothing comes free – the others pay up but not Her; not She.

She keeps her distance –she needs her space; she’s a little shy, she’s nobody’s child. The only thing apparent is that she’s free, free, free.

It’s story time and nature time. It’s a time for flowers, trees and history. Time passes by – soon they’re all at ease.

Now their protector, now their friend – a sense of belonging but not in the true sense.

She’s a strange little creature – walker’s delight; for when Bangalore’s walkers meet up – She’s bound to appear, that's one thing she's got right.

She’s a bit of a mystery, the girl with no name. She’s a stray dog at Lal Bagh – Sunday 7a.m. is her game.

(Photograph courtesy Poo)

5 March 2014

Mississippi Calling

The ebb and flow,
The powerful roar,
Wild - untamed,
The senses soar.

Whispering woods,
Darkness deep,
Silence - mystery,
Restless sleep.

Clich├ęd black steed,
Black limousine,
Intimidation - fear,
Potent intimacy.

The ebb and flow,
The powerful roar,
Seduction - extreme,
Captive no more.