A wordless ballad

Image credits: Google images for the basic bird silhouette; Texturing, layering and artwork done by me

Every day and every night
I hear you
call out to your kin
Your song
- rising above the sounds of the city -
– shying behind the rustle of summer -
– travelling afloat Hudsonian waters -
You remind me
of an exuberant rainbow
now faded into a monochrome of grey
You remind me
of that beautiful verse
now buried beneath the heavy pages
of my favorite book
You remind me
of my unchained thoughts
that somehow lost their way
in dark alleys of ennui

I might be a stranger to you
- to me even -
but you are no stranger to me
I see myself in every feather of yours
I hear my dream in every flight of yours…

**Dedicated to that awesome bird (whom I’m yet to catch a glimpse of) who has been giving me company even in the wee hours of the night for the past one month (at the very least). He (or she) keeps singing the same song over and over again, in the same tempo… and NO, I’m not at all bored by it. I only wish I could see the throat that emits this tune, day in day out.
And I REALLY WISH it could read my post **

**Also posting this for the 100th week of Open Link Night at dVersePoets pub… If you haven’t already gotten high here, it’s high time you did! And join me in wishing these awesome folks a veeeery happy 100th!! Woohoo… **

Beyond the foliage

Image credits – Kavita

Hidden from the
blank stares of common eyes
Camouflaged
in the autumnal rustle
of percussive willows
I hear footfalls
curtaining everything
that walked
before or after

The raised hair
at the nape of my neck
- just like when you rolled over
to whisper my name in my ear -
scream to me it’s you

Maybe it’s a dream
- or maybe not -
But I don’t want to find out
I like the standing hair
I like my name whispered in my ear
I like the sound of your name in the leaves

**Written for day 3 of NaPoWriMo… And now it’s just 27 days to go **

Tangerine blues

Image credits – Kavita

And that October evening
when the sun went down
It took with it
a little part of me
That part
whose skin yearned
- in anticipation -
for the sting of your touch
whose lashes quivered
- with delight -
at the thought of you

It took with it
that which I once
held dear
Very dear to me
- half my soul -

** Written (with great effort) towards NaPoWriMo… Okay, I’m off by a few hours, but hey! I did write, didn’t I ?! Well, anyway, it’s 2 down § 28 to go **

On a bloody note

Image credits: Kavita

Still flowing
in my serum
are your minty memories
Invigorating
Intoxicating
I leave them there
Intact
Undisturbed
Lest they transmute
into deliberate clots
Unyielding
Unforgiving
Riddling the veins
leading to my weakened heart
 - making –
– it –
– stop –

** Written (with great effort) towards NaPoWriMo… Only 29 more days to go **

Birthplace of a song

Photography and image editing by Kavita – Cancun, Mexico

In that dreamed of heaven
- called shore -
where a grain of sand met a drop of water
I placed a foot, or two
I sipped a mojito, or two
I picked a conch, or two
And I knew why it was the dreamed of land
I knew why not everyone could be there
I had learnt
the difference between
existing and living
the link between
music and lyrics

Moments defined themselves
in expanded universes
of little trivialities
And even the mundane
seemed liked sacred rituals

Waves touched my feet
and whispered between my toes,
secrets, which carried themselves
to the trenches within my heart
And suddenly it was all so simple
All so clear to me
Clear as the first raindrop
– that ever kissed the sea -

*Posting this for OpenLinkNight @ d’VersePoets(week 87).. my favorite stop for poetry & inspiration! *

Spires into the sky

Photography and image editing by Kavita

Long after the days and nights
have merged unceremoniously
into an eclipse of hardened truth
Long after life has perished
and death has vaporized
into a cloud of tearful smog
Long after voices have dropped
like insignificant pennies
into bowls held by callous hands
Long after dreams have realized
into bittersweet delusions
catalyzed by an ambitious cocaine
Long after the feet have run
beyond those thorny pinnacles
coveted by many a faraway eye

The city still breathes
in her million pulsating hearts
The city still bleeds
into a million curious minds

Mostly thriving
Sometimes conniving
But always striving
To seduce the unknown
To accompany the lonely
To hold back her own

And she lives…
like none other…

*Posting this for OpenLinkNight @ d’VersePoets… my favorite stop for inspiration! *

The other side…

“Hush of a storm”
Image capture and editing done by Kavita

She’s pounding on my windows
I can hear her sobs
- her nerve twisting wails -
But little does she know
that while she is wreaking a havoc
with her disgruntled sighs
I am right here
Waiting
- helpless -
Watching her tears
flood my sight
Beating the walls
of my own pounding heart
Knowing
- we’re both trying to escape -
She, from us…
And I, from me…

*Posting this for OpenLinkNight @ d’VersePoets… Always my favorite! And once you visit, it’ll be yours too *