The Frozen Tree

Do look beyond the frozen tree

There's sunshine a li'lle, I think..

Or maybe just broken glass

Smiling with every blink..

Do look beyond its ugly knots

The russet cracks and the scoops

There are treasured pains, Linking arms..

Bronzed in friendly loops..

Do look beyond its leafless shrug,

Its stare..

Its toothless grin..

There are unshed tears,

Resting in peace..

In the cradle of thoughtless sin..

Lovers robed in leaves of passion

Of Autumn frolics and fun..

Leaving behind forbidden love

Naked beneath the sun..

Pirates of the lonely coasts

Robbing the shelter of the tree -

Draped in hues of earthly pleasures

And the mystic lull of the sea..

Burnt, broken.. but still alive

With secrets buried deep -

It stays awake through endless dreams..

Just so, I can sleep..

Look beyond the frozen arms

Where I survive unseen..

A solitary bud in the crest of death,

A hope that keeps it green..

Suicidal

The walls never close in..

The doors do not shut on their own..

Every other mistake, isn’t sin

Every other soul isn’t lone..

The waters aren’t always so deep

Words may be bottled , never tinned

Crimes don’t sweat out with every sleep

All candles don’t blow out with every wind..

I have lit a candle..

And I know not why..

It sways with every breeze

That caressed the mighty sky

It turns so pale at dawn

Even sees it blue

Golden yellow at noon..

On my face that simmers true..

It blends with the morning glow..

And dances in its rainbow light

But bathes in silver waves..

To soothe the ravenous night..

But I don’t feel its warmth anymore..

Just the cold breeze that sways its flames

The light hurts my eyes as they close

Against the burning blur of familiar names

The sun sets early in the blue

The clouds aren’t black, just grey..

Its more magic than pain..

For I feel suicidal today..

He Speaks...

he told me in whispers..

to lift my veil…

so he could drench my pride in valours..

he told me in whispers..

dat my palate pale

he wanted to paint in colors..

he fingered my hair..

let it scatter around..

he said it was d color of his pain..

he smoothened the black..

let it cover the ground..

he said it was passion,..insane..

he traced my face..

feeling the silence

he said it was his mermaid sunshine

he wiped the tears

feeling the kohl-lined fence..

he said,”the beauty’s all mine..”

he felt my pulse..

all over me..

he told me it was life..

he felt me sweat..

like the crystal sea..

he told me I was alive..

he kissed me once..

with his silver lips..

he told me we had met..

his kisses rained..

like drunken sips..

he said the night was wet..

he brushed his palms..

against me then..

he made dewdrops from the tears..

he moistened my lips

telling me when

he made music from the spheres..

he moved in harmony..

with his woven magic..

then he said it was time for good byes..

he kissed my soul..

and drank the love..

before gently opening my eyes..

he touched me again..

and I realized..

only I believed and so did he..

he moved away..

leaving the secret behind..

that my dream had made love to me.