A water lily’s serenade

I sleep in thoseDungeons dark.Shadowed thoughts.Forgotten dreams.Skin paper thin.YetWhen you touch me,With your fingers of gold-The musty mistOf melancholy dies.Darkness cowersUnder your effulgent shine.My skin’s aglowIn your lilac light,Intoxicating, my sun,I your amethyst eyes, In your gentle kiss, is your lover’s rise.

Blind threads- an Ekphrasis

No, don’t you try to unravel the inhabitant of my skull. Don’t you try to untangle this mess, this tumult, this brouhaha I call myself. Because I shall always be intertwined, lest live like hanging threads.

All things Haiku!

April seventeen The national Haiku* day Here’s my Haiku* then. (*Now Haiku’s a Japanese style of poem writing which focuses on minimalism. Just three lines with the 5-7-5 pattern of syllables and there you have your Haiku! So here’s my Haiku then.) 1.The sky is so blue With tufts of white floating by Silence of…


GREEN Green fires within, bore toxic greens he was to be dead like helpless kings and queens. Out of my way this is what envy can do until someone said ‘‘Green stands for rebirth too !’ DISTORTED Shattered glass: broken and at rest rest for forever for being honest!. WEEPING SUN Warmest of tears rolling…