Waking to Love

The early sun nudges me
But where am I going to fall?

Your paper fingers clutch mine
Like a baby dreaming away

Waking before you and watching you
Feeling your breath
Remembering the bygone moon
And the love in its shine we shared

Now that you've blinked your eyes
And moved your lips mumbling my name
My world's autumn
My heart's bliss

If only I could be 
By your side
In your love
For all mornings to dawn

Mystic Longings

We may have all what we want
Yet find no stirring within
But realize love and passion for the one
That's impossible in its becoming

Oh Love, ever elusive, thou art

Village

The evening throbs as if a surge                                           
Of unspoken feelings on their verge
The satin night crawls far & wide
Melting everything hitherto in sight                          

The bamboo vines whispering lullabies 
In chorus, sound like gentle seas 
Mortal forms vanishing into nothing                      
Their footsteps & signs sans lingering

As I toss & turn on the cot
My head chases a single thought
Born of the faceless jingle
That do their job & hastily mingle

My sleepless eyes stumble upon
The starry pond where fireflies spawn
The million glints from their burning
Provoking an unearthly craving

Crew of crickets join for a supper choir
Their tunes tearing from beneath every layer
Melodious than the greatest known tune
Into every note rhapsody strewn 

The tender breeze rising from the banks
Of the distant river breaking ranks
Reassuring my sand ridden hair
Infusing a delight so delicate & rare

I'm captive of a perfumed whiff
Born of some mystic leaf
The many hued flora kneading
Charismatic musk seething

I forget I was born in the lights
I forget all the pointless fights
I forget every mirage to which I clung
I forget my need of a city, far flung

I move over the worthless addictions
I find refuge from haunting afflictions
I sense strain forsake my nerve
I feel the return of humane verve 

I sleep on my back
Looking at the soulful dark
Watching countless questions at sight
That I dodged in the bright

Then, like the ardour of lovers,
Like the embrace of mothers,
Like the ageless sage,
Begins to etch in heart, my village

Hidden Answers

In the stars & the sun

In bonds & alone           

In love & hatred

In life & death

In men and women

In distant and dear ones

In the whole world's confine

Allwhere I'd been to find

But in the end I learnt, 
That what I sought,

Wasn't n
For 'twas always dwelling within

Poison Ivy

Many roses I've held and by their thorns 

Pricked and wounded

The worst hurt but came from one

Whose blossom was without a thorn

It was her tender petal which left its venom