A Night By The Sea

The night was washed bright, the moon
A silver thali floating in the sky,
The sand sparkled, the shells strewn
Flashed in the dark like a firefly.

The million speared sea with golden prongs,
Its ripples stretched till horizon's bend,
In a deep bass voice it sang songs
Of earth's beginning, perhaps of its end.

The waves rose to lie on the bridal shore,
Their passion spent in her soft warm hold,
But the sea unsatiated, pined for more
And reared again, its love unfathomed, untold.

On a night like this I ploughed the sand,
My brow furrowed and my head bent low
With life's weight, a puppet in fate's hand,
A burdened heart, my tread heavy and slow.

The monotony of the sea, I thought would be
A change from destiny's unseen turns,
Till the night, the ocean, the sky made me see
How small I was, how petty my concerns.

Waiting Alone

None beside me had to wait
Everyone was passing by
I loved the very state
It was raining from the sky

It was cold and a sweet scent
I sat down beyond a lonely tree
The pitter patters that rain sent
I heard, none cared to see

Everyone Running Somewhere
I suddenly smiled for nothing
They liked the way I stare
And Robins began to sing

Nobody, just me, just this rain
And it reminded something deep
As clouds gathered, a cruel pain
I looked away, I was to weep

And questions again fogging my brain
With passers by now almost gone
I have this strange feeling again
I can’t take it, not when I’m alone.

Rain was hiding my tears,
I was crying, like every day,
Sad, As rain so appears,
And my pain gets in the way

I felt many a rain drop
My heart started to pound
I felt like it’s going to stop
Rain, Oh! How sad does it sound?

I lay down, with everyone gone,
Wishes I do have some
I wait yet alone,
Knowing She will not come.

Silence

Let us tonight not talk, my love,
Of gangrenous stars, crimson sky,
The mutilated moon, life that is a lie,
Of flesh that rots away, joys futile,
Or even of love, that perhaps is no more
Than fleeting illusions of hearts bled awhile.

Nor let us talk of poetry, fated
To feed silver bookworms, who when sated,
Will only turn to another dusty tome
Of poems- uncared for, unloved, unread.

Let us instead be silent, for once, tonight,
Let us close our eyes, and devoid of sight,
Let us converse through our fingertips,
Interlocking tongues, and quivering lips,
Let them trace wordless poems on your skin,
Taste cardamom and cinnamon deep within,
While sighs, like smoke from a slow fire, escape,
Let me imprison your smells, sounds and shape.

Yes, shelter me tonight, secure in your womb,
Unable to go on, weary, I seek this tomb,
Till the sun rises, and life intervenes yet again,
Praying all the while that the night is never slain.