Conversations- 12

“Let’s call it over. Yes, I finally mean it!” She said fuming.

“Every time it’s me thinking what wrong I said. Can’t get where I falter”. He said submissively.

They didn't talk for a few seconds but a million messages exchanged seats between their hearts.

“OK, I am sorry. I know I am bad. I hurt you always.” She was repentant

“Yes, you do. Always” He said hurt

“Hug me. I need you. Today. Forever” She reached out her trembling arms to him

“I know one day you will leave me and go” He said with that fear looming large in his small eyes

“Yes I will. And return the very next second as well” She said laughing in her usual candid manner

“I am a black hole. I can only pull people towards me. Once you are a part of me you can’t escape. You breathe in me. You cry in me. You smile in me. You drift in me. You lose yourself in me. You find yourself in me too.” She held his hand and clasped it close to her bosom. 

Yet

Ocean leaves the urn empty

Yet a single drop brims it to full

Whole conversation seems abstract

Yet a sentence makes it most meaningful

Garden of blossoms looks bleak

Yet a scarlet adds iridescent hue

Miles of journey take nowhere

Yet a few steps lead to destiny

Years of togetherness leave vacuum

Yet a second of encounter gifts happiness

Barrenness

Barrenness of human life

Loneliness of Jungle wild

Aridity of desert robust

Depletion of separation long

Emptiness of hollow existence

Sterility of mute cognition

Dryness of numb minds

Infertility of waiting eyes

Fruitlessness of spoken words

Bleakness of haunting memories

Barrenness of human life

Loneliness of Jungle wild

Words

Words and lattice of words

What lasts in heart lives

What doesn’t fades,

 Like cold frigid touch

Unnerving skin at first

Annihilating on fervid palm

Some drowning strength

Others soaring life

Into tepid skies

Power of Time

Slumberous time awakens

Straightening wrinkles of yore

Unleashing magical journey

Marooned at some doorpost

Shining diamond missed then

Brings forth beatitude a plenty

Power of time rattles soul

Glowing flame to dying lamp

What does she treasure now?

You or your candied thoughts? 

Sometimes

Sometimes we sail but sometimes we fall instead

Sometimes we are hunted but sometimes we hurt instead

Sometimes we seize but sometimes we liberate instead

Sometimes it smoulders but sometimes it smothers instead

Sometimes it lasts but sometimes it ceases instead

Sometimes its rain but sometimes its wait instead

Sometimes its life but sometimes its memory instead

My very Own

Mouth-watering paranthas simmering on the flaming tawa. Reanimating tea brewing in the pan. Silken voice of newsreader from radio on the ebony wooden shelf. Amber newspaper pages fluttering on the varnished cane table basking in the morning sun. And you watering the cuddly plants in your alluring garden. Smiling at the freshly ventilated buds sneaking through the green hoods. The sweet aroma of the lemon tree standing tall in the middle guarding the nearby naughty dahlias. Fresh mint caressing the scarlet demure tomatoes every now and then. And you whistling your favourite song carelessly oblivious of the happiness and melody being transpired to the passers-by on the bitumen road. Browns, oranges, yellows, greys, blacks, whites, all catching a slice of life from your sprite and frolic. Dork phone ringing on the resolute dining table. Your resonance at the other end meant breath, joy, peace and life.

Your words only silence now. Rivers emptying into oceans. Jabbering with you took solace in meditation. Your words sometimes meet the eye in paragraphs of a scripture. Your smiles reflected only through the clouds. Your peace transforming into restlessness. Meeting you only through the morning mirror. And your prankster sprouting into a combatant warrior.