Monday, 23 April 2012

Along the hard crusts of love

The fragile white perfumed blossoms
collapse into the winds with a sigh
along the hard crusts of love, the crumbs
of life thrown out into the sun to dry

And shall I pick them up one by one?
- the leavings of tiny scented flowers
dried up seconds left out in the sun
and heap and pat them into hours.

I’ve breathed enough, deeply inhaled
the wind, the heat of midday light,
faint scents of dusts as they sailed
slowly into my line of sight.

I’m glad they came, but the flowers are shed;
the sun and wind have dried up things
and all that remains is half chewed bread
and petals fallen into the evenings.

I’m glad you came, but I won’t wait
somewhere on the outer fringe
of seasons, eaves-dropping on a raging debate
on the irreversibility of change.


  1. you leave me speechless each time...

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    1. Tku, Mamta! but then so's u... may i return the compliment?

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    1. Thank you...for coming by, reading, and the very kind comment.

  4. Your words drip with emotions and soak the souls of your readers. Amazing verses :)

    1. Thank you, Sulekha! Whoa, now I am speechless :)

  5. You've written some really lovely verses here...thanks for sharing :)

    1. The pleasure's entirely mine...glad you enjoyed them :)