I Dreamed of Mother…

colored tendrils frozen on distant horizons, like versicolor yarn tangled in disarray ~reflecting confusions of memories mutated by whimsy of racing eons. I saw her face forgotten yet familiar, like a faded photo, her smile like a wisp of fall floating in potpourri draught, or a sliver of silver on uncompromising black of fathomless night. …

Meaningless

With years having peeled off the trunk of existence like scaling bark of eucalyptuses, revealing ditch-water realities beneath silver veneer of invulnerability~ naivete of the juvenile, myopic fading eyes find vision along with crow-feet to acknowledge difference between shimmering mirages on asphalted lies and lilting laughter of a brook benevolently quenching thirst. Sandpaper mornings seek …

Between Teacups and Clotheslines…

Curls escape like wayward whims from a stoic bun of stolid indifference, as sweat beads pepper furrowed brow of worry like water droplets on lotus leaves, trickling down oft to imitate defrosted sigh of winter, flowing down glass panes at noon. Hands wrinkled, weather-beaten, resembling that of her grandmother --having endured many a frothy tussle, …

Snippets from a Wallflower’s Life..

within drab vases she displayed the simplest of wildflowers plucked not for the exotic uniqueness she professed to treasure but to prevent any comparisons being drawn in beauty, while her trusty but ugly potpourri added fragrance. drawn curtains and shimmering candlelight, to concoct an aura of romance or to spin a reticulum of silhouettes and …

Life of a Flower

flowers smile in the cascading sunshine of volatile gold and weep dewdrops under night's facade of moonlit oblivion, they droop at dusk when the daylight begins to fade and clouds express their thoughts of adieu by masquerading as versicolor christmas flyers. swaying to rhapsody of the redolent zephyr, they wink flirtatiously at dainty butterflies and …

Yearning for Sepia Yesteryears…

I yearn to return and traipse along those straits sepia and serpentine strewn in chiaroscuros spun on boughs of flamboyant mesua, riddled in raindrops blasphemed by muddy puddles and echoing in muted whispers of scarlet palash petals peppering silent mornings, where rainbow fantasies of youth sequined my nights and childhood slowly altered to blossom into …

Truck Driver’s Versatile Reflections…

siting in my self assumed cockpit I measure the stretching elastic trail on whirling tires, never ending is this sojourn except for when I siesta on lumpy seats like the sun taking respite beneath cloudy quilts, or play truant as the moon lolling over foliage hammocks, to recline over hard jute charpoys. I envy the …

Enamored by Twilights…

I love sunsets with their bittersweet moods, orchestra of birds' homecoming, and cicadas symphonies, the colors splashed on skirts of azure, bodice of clouds, like a palette of colors carelessly overturned on skies, the golden cookie baked a burnished shade seen being swallowed by gluttonous tides of cerulean, leaving a sigh of molten acrylics frozen …

Daydreams…

lost in obscure, serpentine alleys of surreal daydreams, that engulf a moment like dew grasped within closing fronds of touch-me-not leaves, she sighs moist patches on the visage of clear window panes. her imagination is a gossamer veil akin to mist of winter's threshold, that drapes some instant that plays truant from realms of reality, …

A Moment of Deja vu

this serpentine trail to nowhere stretching beyond the cleft between mountain's mounds, like a ribbon of eternal tempest's gray, the gurgling stream of silver ripples flowing as a symphony over shingles, to meet the eternal embrace of tides of brine, the blush of dawn streaked over chiseled profile of the ancient hills, that stands tall …