The Olive

When the isle
quivered in red,
bemoaned the Olive.
The wrath of the demon
incinerated her abode.
Withered orchid stayed stoic.

The tides of the tranquil sea
followed the bier.
There
on a bed of sand,
she rests in peace..


V@@S..

The Red Bangles

The tiny driblets

of the perturbed rain

cohered to the serene window,

revered it's placid opacity too.

The gust draped him with

a frisson of the yesteryear

(entombed memories!)

when the red bangles

clinked from the

untouched manuscript of love.

-from the Red Bangles and other stories.

Undeciphered

The cacophony of silence
is a recurrent phenomena here.
And today, the dusk has amplified the shrine
with a little more "You-ness" too.
The flutist has departed the distant mound with his kine.
The oaks have raised their arms unto the dark wood sky.
The night grows older and a silhouette groans
with the chimes as I ruminate on the grey pages of nothingness
in the diary of an undeciphered You-and-words.

 V@@S.

 

Indifferent

The 'numbness' of the night
and the 'swallowed silence'

In your eyes are so indifferent

like this rainbow,

that weeps in different colors.

V@@S..

Muse

Words are so tolerant these days

and stay calm against the ferocity of my solitude.

The dusk too lounges  a little longer

on the banyan shoots behind my abode

when I muse.

V@@S..