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 having to live like hanging threads.

The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…

The deafening silence

The Azure overhead, Streaked with wispy smoke, The snow twinkling ever so slight, Beneath the golden cloak. Eyes gleaming glitter, Staring at the sun, Light bouncing off silver strands, Of cobwebs never spun. Little swallows hovering, And flying just away, Engulfed by the mighty vaults, Now specks of caraway. Leaves weaving illusions, Of light and…

In the night sky…

He spills water from his vessel and washes away the past, he bears the water and what it may cast. A pair of fish slips past and a ram idles close, the swan swoops with the lyre and the twins dance on toes. A perfect hunting ground for the bright-starred hunter, facing the charging bull…