A Wish....

Pale and somber, the last morning of November,
The first dew drop, on the fallen white orchid.
Simmering summer sun, or the blinding vine of thunder,
An enigma; kissed me with lips of mists and you hid.



Quietly, gently, silently, your footsteps of the lotus bloom,
Innocent smile of the baby leaf, and the eyes of skies azure.
Yet those lines of kohl, a border; an arcane forest's gloom,
Your aroma; with breeze it floats, my heartache's only cure.



A milky white swan in my heart's lake,
And a thousand raindrops drenching me; your laughter.
Rainbow hued fantasies; flights they take,
Ruby red wine lips; there taste lingers long after.



The melancholy tranquil, in shadow of the hill,
Echoing silence of fleeting moments passing by.
Though no blank space or chasm does it fill,
Still a haunting vortex of time rises high.



The pink rose buds smile and gaze,
I hold you, in an everlasting embrace
Daffodils swaying, set the valley ablaze,
I've touched the heavens; in your face.



A crystal blue rivulet, glides from the mountain,
As the soft, shimmering sheets of virgin ice melt.
And the young river is born, I don't know when,
The nymph of the valley, wears a silver belt.



The seasons have changed, spring is here,
Bees hum sonnets, o'er the sweet mango pollen.
I know you're gone forever, yet I look everywhere,
Beads of joy; from the life string have fallen.



Its all a game, the matter of luck and chance,
Just a sleight of hand; all's same in the end.
A last flickr of hope, lost in mirage's cruel glance,
Yet I wish, the winds of fate, in my favor I could bend !!

HAUNTED HOUSE

The eternal wanderer of the nights,

Walks in the skies, with his half-lit lamp.

Silently, the black sea watches with its watery eyes,

Atop the nearby dark, accursed hills.

A lonesome house stands; quiet or dead since long,
Colours of the walls faded forever; into nothingness.

Haunted, ruined remains of bricks and cement,
No doors, no windows; no owner, no tenant.

A hundred seasons, have gone by silently now,
And a hundred more shall; unnoticed, unwelcomed.

There was some story, as to why the house is so,
Yet even the winds have forgotten, those sad songs now.

I stand at my window and watch it,
Every day and night and wonder about it all.


And then I know, as I do everytime that,
I am the sea and the moon ; the haunted house ?


It is just my reflection in the mirror !!!