Purple Passion

Taut,
With quiet intensity
He held the wine goblet;
Nursing the wine
His fingers around the stem.

He watched-

The way she laughed
Uninhibitedly.

The way people
flocked around;
Just as mesmerized.

Consumed slowly by the
Surging passion within,
He never knew
When the wine spilled,
And mingled with his blood;

When the stem snapped
Between his fingers.


22 September, ‘07

Closure

As with Kundera's

Unbearable lightness of being

So with the openness

That begets such heaviness
I face blankness

The vastness of a suddenly vacant consciousness
The vanished vanquished vanity
Of an arrogant artful me
All knowing I was
Oh How I Was

Till this dot of time
A Period
To punctuate a life that flowed
Unhesitatingly, unbeknown to lightness
Of heart, Of feeling, Of being.

Lighter of my excess emotional baggage
I sag. Not lift.
I lag. And drift.

Seeking closure. That which
Will never be, seeing that
I could never
Never
Never let you go.
Ever.



19 January, 2011
Online. Assaying antithetical presumptuous nonsense :D

Manoeuvres

Adroitly
I sidestepped
The Question;

I’m not ready
Yet,
To respond,
I mumble.

Fearful, I peek
Between my lashes.

I can feel you
Withdrawing,
I think; and
Miserably wait.

I know, of course
I cannot hold out,
Either.

So why don’t I
Just give in to
A natural progression?

Adroitly, yet,
I sidestep, and
Refuse myself.

Warm hands
Cup my face,
Lifting it gently.

Looking into his eyes,
I know, I am blessed!

For, it’s there-
The unconditional patience;
The unwavering faith;
The rock like strength.

That you let me
Be me-
That is your greatest strength,
And my loving weakness!

And I cannot help,
But surrender!




20 March, 2008