Love-in-a-mist

The flower chose to stay in her garden.

The bypasser was never in her interest.

Isn't Gardener's love all she needed!

The passerby has no wishes

 to cull the flower from her garden.

He comes from the wilderness.

In his forest, wildflowers choose

whose hands they want to embrace! 

Trespassing is prosecuted, they say

Saving a few memories of her smile?

That's a privilege of a wanderlust!

His soul is full of her fragrance.

Who would tell the flower

It's presence was all that was needed

To make his transient life beautiful!

Many flowers wish for a garden 

when they all belong to a forest!

The wayfarer went his way.

His heart full of her charm.

The stubborn flower took a peek

at the eyes that admired,

but the garden is all she knew. 

Sarva

In the Basement of My Heart

I climbed down 

the basement of my heart,

dusted off its corners

and made a little home:

Good old days!

I can smell its fragrance;

its aura feels familiar.

Whenever going gets tough..

and world feels weary..

I come to fetch the life-drink

in the reservoir of my adolescence;

a magical potion concocted by time. 

When misery engulfs..

I visit the old times. 

The high-spirits of the Old Love:

How I want its unflinching faith!

its resolute hope against all odds!

that strength of a fragility

to let go...

yet hang on to 

dear life!

there! 

the tonic I was looking for..

Saravanan

In the Graveyard of his Heart

Years ago,

When he spoke to her,

She wouldn't speak much;

She never cared as such,

that it's hurting.

Much water under the bridge.

These days,

Whenever he spoke to her,

She wouldn't speak much;

fearing what words can do.

that it's still hurting.

Emptiness of words 

Enigma of her silence - both 

hardened his heart,

he wouldn't even cry. 

The earth looked at the sky

so broken, asked: 

Are we forever...

this doomed..

to be distant? 

Sarva

Echoes from the Past

Whenever she was around

She was a happy song;

Sang she a lullaby.

Her memories persist

even after she's gone

like a sad song stuck

in my head- a lamentation.

Sometimes when I think of it

a melancholy of grief plays;

Yet, she was a sweet melody

like a song from long time ago.

It's rhythm fresh even now,

my heart still pulsates to it.

I don't know if she's, huh?

What do they call it? 

a soulmate? Nevermind!

She was but a songmate!

And that's something! 

Tell her when you pass by,

That I miss her

Like an old soul misses

his radio box;

Like a lonely sky misses 

it's nightingale,

Like a....

Sarva

Chrysanthemum

She walked all over his heart's carpet.

Upset, the love of her life wouldn't bloom.

He still blossomed everyday-alas!

Only to be crushed under her feet.

 By the thoughts of her moon, 

She was frozen all the time.

Ceased he not, to burn his soul

To keep her warm, to keep her warm.

He carried her prayers

to the gods, he knew not.

He summoned the stars

to keep her nights charmed.

Waiting for her Water Lily

She could see him smile- one day!

The cosmos cried with the rain,

the wild flowers though withered.

What she wished for 

was under her feet!

The Chrysanthemum went

To decorate the dead. 

Sarva

A Nation Flagged!

This country is no place for women;

Every quarter an hour a rape condoned.

It's people shut their eyes;

It's police closes the case.

Feeling pukish? Here's our flagcloth torn!

Sarva

Strange Love: Together, Apart!

 

She was a hill top;

I was a foothill.

What a rollercoaster ride!

She was not my cup of tea;

I was not her filter coffee.

What stirred our little hearts?

She was a lightning flash;

I was a wild forest.

Did she set my youth on fire? 

She was a Saffron Princess;

I was merely a Wayfarer.

How long am I sentenced in love? 

She was an action sequence;

I was a musical play.

What climax awaits this show?

She was my prayer; No!

I was not her wish fulfilment.

Whose plea would the gods pay heed? 

She was my harsh truth;

I was her beautiful lie.

Are we a work of fiction?

She was my eyes;

I was her tears.

Is this how it ends, without a bye?

She was the Cross;

I was the Christ.

Whose sins are we bearing?

Sarva