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..

The hewer

Piercing
the opacity of darkness,
he walked slowly towards
the woods.
The tacit hewer and his
... ethereal silence
was browbeating the night..

--and here,
muteness is indefinite in nature
thence, he must wait
till the dusk
grows lenient
and
she will come
to tie the
amulet of love
against his lambent eyes..

V@@S..

Kleptomaniac

The spring, that besmirched
the debonair clock
ensnared me in it's manoeuvre too.

outcome-I have grown unusually old..

Being left with a quarter of the night,
... wallful of inutile emptiness
and a mortal paradigm of love,
I preferred to be a kleptomaniac
within the hideous darkness I had..

outcome-I am abandoned and freed for ever

From
You
Love
and
the rest..

V@@S..

Opacity

These eyes are
in accord with the rain,
since you accused
the opacity of this
night, darkness
... and the stoic clouds;
those, one day had
obscured my street
with the refusal
to my benumbed words.

V@@S..

To-Let

1 bhk heart for rent.
It's semifurnished too.
2 chairs, a coffee table
stained with two familiar shadows and
a wardrobe with corroded memories.

Here walls are finical about words
and they will ask you to read them a poem
at the mid night and a
lullaby when they go insomniac.

You wont be asked to vacate,
if you keep them happy,
the walls, wardrobe etc..

and I make no agreements..

V@@S..

memories

When the memories will raise their hands
from the mire, pebbles and a sand bed
beside a "known yesterday"
that had seen a fatigued evening
through the bamboos
... and
the scattered sunbeams
those have always been honest
with the transparency of my window
shall let you know that
the winter has become stubborn here
and so the nights in this room.

They love you, they need you,
If not me..

V@@S..

Mask

I Couldn't retrive the night last time
when I had breathed a little of you.
And now, I am just a denuded sky;
an abandoned crotchet of love.
The rain soaked land
that disvows your presence
stumbles to the virile darkness here.

There after,
the wings of your fragnance
are bruised by the thorns of infidelity.

And you blame the mask I wear!

Dear, it wraps up the ire of losing you
a million times after having you once..

V@@S..

P:S- Translated from a poem written in my first language in 13 Aug, 2001