Monday, June 16, 2014

Chrysalis - old work edited

That's all we do, 
Cackle, laugh and tease, 
Sulk, pretend and smile before the end of every goodbye.
I turn it around,
It is still there, in my pocket, warm and snug,
The assurance of knowing.
You will be there to meet me the next day.
To share some of your life,
And to receive mine in return.
The world whirls on outside,
In a bitter snow storm.
Inside a cocoon, it's easier.
The cold hasn't touched us.
Not just yet.
The world has yet to plumb us
To depths we don't want to discover.
But the assurance in my pocket is turning lukewarm.
Telling me, a cocooned warmth is a stage of chrysalis,
So that we need to break out and fly free.
Maybe I will stumble on you as a bright flower,
Maybe feel you as the breeze on my wings,
You will exist somewhere in the world,
And it will be the pause till the next time we meet.


Sunday, May 25, 2014

Micropoetry - mine




I am bound by your imagination. Free up an universe within you. We might meet.

Mangoes ripen. Love fades. An ant scurries away. Life happens when you are not looking.

A mouthful of sun 
Hot, yellow and salty
A raw mango less in the pickle

Winter sunset
The scent of your laughter
Ripens the oranges

Like a seedling from the soil,
Like a flag in a victory march,
Like a note in a crescendo,
Like you never did fall,
Rise.





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