The castles float in ghost memories
While menacing owls
Guard Rapunzel’s eerie songs

The tempest swings her hair
In dusk’s glory
While she spots him, an enigma
In the garden of lure

He creeps into the leering night
Of consummating vows
Never fulfilled and never asked

Charmer or innocuous one?
She drags him through
Labyrinth of enamored world
Through days and nights

Finally when
Dreams and fantasies are saturated
And enigma withers to known boredom
She shrugs “ Much ado about nothing.
Love and the various meanings to it!!!!
He probably is a creature of gothic book.
Inspiration and creativity within the contours of his learning.
While ignoramus me is beyond the books and learning”

For Readwrite #50

Earlier
Unspoken words
Meant pleasure of understanding
Now, words not spoken
Echoes pain

Remembrance

He whispers
“Sway between
Cock and mock (tails)
Till sanity surrenders to intoxication

Present is a happy state of mind
When, inundated grief dissipates
In two glasses and my shallow solace

Remembrance is the enemy
Of forlorn lovers like you
Who plunge into abyss of darkness
While, the past walks out your life
To her enticing colours”

Wrote this for Readwritepoem image #1

Once pervasive sun,
Clinging desparetly to the last moments
Before succumbing to the darkness
Nature finally has its say

Soft hair after wash
Tamed, calm, unruffled and submissive
Life is uncomplicated.....

The vacuumed crevices accumulate dust of past
While the masochist (dust) gloats
At the agony of bitter sweet past
Sweet world forgotten, the crevices
Soon dwell on the bitter side
And agony becomes the sister of comfort
For the self pitying self

Ps- Not really happy with this poem. Any criticism is accepted.

Love leads to poetic absurdity
Once she said, “ I can measure the distance of my love.”
Standing at the extreme end of her terrace, she would
Say, “My love stays within the screaming distance of my love sonnets”

Even now, when he has left shores of the city,
She says, “ The love sonnets hang mid air. He says, its sinks deeps within
When the plane touches the contours of the city”

Familiarity has a strange scent

Ask the refugee
Clinging to sparse belongings
Of the world no longer his (probably)

Every new road he takes
Every new acquaintance he meets
Leads him back to the lost world


Ask her
Whose once copious tears
Now chokes silently into the future
Silently she moans about
Coincidences missed and not missed

After years of dried up tears
She still talks
About the journey that could have been together

Frog in the well

When this started off
It emulated, swelled, dwelled, stagnated
At the levels of scarce reference points

Now after years of
Unlimited exposure
This one corrupts, grows, imitates
New reference points

And yet
Remains at the same level
In which it started off