You have great variety
sketching your art
by the colourful leaves
inking on earth.
Autumn,
just, be kind
to acknowledge –
How the sea has mirrored
the sky
ultramarine
Looking down at you
Autumn
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Allegiance
You kept working
Upon a longer gaze
far at the overcast sky
sitting by the side of an open window, that
I don’t know, when
You became stoic of your pain, and
Rain started drizzling.
Fluttering wet from outside
A pigeon sat on your head
And started cooing
in a soft murmur.
I was in a fix –
Who was who of the two
Giving a painful allegiance
Affability
How have you grown
outwardly fragile
by the light of your gaze
The shadow crackle
every time you look over me.
Just keep me deprived
of your light
that crust a thick layer on my surface.
See me dark
Groping by your invisible hands
How affable I am to you
Dark by dark
At a leaded cemetery
The last autumn leaf
Being human
I will not ask –
How you suffered
Dropping
the last autumn leaf
from your sturdy branches.
I had pained myself, aplenty
in thoughts and things
Severing off my limbs multiple times;
But could not measure
How
You keep germinating
A new leaf again
Driftwood
Western wind
I have been taking
wondrous excuses
by way of my quixotic acts –
Writing on blue sky
with a piece of strident clouds
Day dreaming an undulating train
as marching caterpillar
Playing an invisible man
in the light of the lighthouse in the night of an oceanic shore
Exercising my strength
by way of toying fire with bubbling ice.
Yet; not by any luck
but, by the blowing western wind
I drew my ears
to your whereabouts,
which was playing havoc, till now on me.
Mother and the child
Silent spells
Hear by density
Silent spells of the dark night
While crickets stridulate
A flutter takes a bizarre height
Cohort of faceless men
March with talons and forked tongue
Moon is whisked aside
In gory shade of thirsty night
I take to phoenix
Burning my days, and
When night tread in silence
I ride my cycle next
The garden, and the merry making
It was all human; till
they could not resist
The sweet fragrance
Emanating from the wreath
Placed on the scented coffin.
All the corpse bearer, and the trailing feet
Turned to butterfly.
Sensing the flapping sound, and
Piloting of the soft touch
The dead rose out of the box
Giving a petal smile
to its colourful brethren –
The garden, and the merry making
Night spring
Soak out
all the meanings
from my words
And keep me parched
Like an autumn leaf
to the ground.
How is it, that
I drop my ears
to the familiar voices
Rustling through the dark night, and
Nobody sees, how
I change my hue:
They call it verdant –
The chorus of night spring