Mad Dance

The desert wind trembles wisps of chill
a little quiver, a delicate shiver of thrill .
In front of me lay the immense desert
an ocean of sand grains twinkling twilight
each tiny prism preserving a grain of universe.

A sad full moon rises over the steely horizon
a smooth rustle, silky slither of deadly poison
a frosty forbidding silence rules this dominion.
A majestic desert creature flies across the blues
spread wings, the adobe around the moon flutters.

Someone afar sings a ballad so beautiful, it hurts
in a tongue so ancient and so fragile, it comforts.
A theme of intimacy and intrigue; a tale of strangers,
of intertwined heartstrings and mysterious desires
and the pain transpires through the moonlit mirages.

And somewhere else in the shadow of another dune
another dances.. a mad dance to the tune of a raging fire
My heart! My heart .. it starts to beat .. move .. melt
hypnotic, melancholic, powerful .. at once all consuming.
The rhythm invites me to be with the force and I obey!

I Miss You

The orange Sun melts into the deep, steel gray ocean, I miss you
A purple haze mists over rhythmically crashing waves, I miss you
The entire beach glows in the brilliance of the last light, I miss you
A light speck on the horizon, it is dawn on the other side, I miss you
A salty wind blows sensual secrets and my cheeks burn, I miss you
The woman sitting with her face half buried in his chest, I miss you
Over the deep red sand dunes, a cloud bursts laughing, I miss you
A waxing moon rises, beautifully translucent, lustily cool, I miss you
The sky to the east is a canvas overrun with pastel colors, I miss you
A Willet runs away from the water with a crab in its beak, I miss you
The child digging a trench looks up and smiles, happiness, I miss you
The man and his dog run together, and they nod, friendship, I miss you
A farmer burns some dead wood, smell of smoke in the air, I miss you

Tongues of fire flicker in the faint evening light, Oh where are you?
I miss you, I miss you and I burn with desire and with the fire!

Traces

He had strong, sun burnt forearms
they inspired a desire to be held
even if it is to white out the world.
Had long, slender and sensitive fingers
they seemed to have a gentle touch
tracing down the curves of an arm.
His voice echoed husky under tones
whispered utterly sexy, charming words
scattered reason to winds over dreamland.
His fleeting glances, Oh, damn those eyes!
they dug deep into a soul and left a scar
they made many unspoken promises.
And when he laughed; a genuine laugh
one heard a delightful, childish giggle.
His hair and his hands passing through them ..
I wonder if they are what I shall miss the most?
Now here in the small hours of dawn, wide awake
I wonder if he really existed or if I created him?
Perhaps, he belonged to a far away universe
and I happen to catch the traces in my imagination.
I am slowly starting to remember the tale ..
I think it was a sketch, which I never finished.
Funny, why did I think I could capture the impossible?
A dream is a dream but a dream and shall forever be!

Seven

There once lived a girl in a forest
sheltered and isolated from the rest
unbeknownst to most, devoid of unrest.
Her days were sunny and nights tranquil
her dreams cheerful, demeanor playful
her needs simple, desires ephemeral

She lived by no rules, obeyed no system
played with chaos summoned at random
the world was to her but a mere phantom.
She remained a total stranger to humanity
until the day she found the utter monstrosity.

She heard them call it the human heart
a grotesque creature born of pure abstract.
She was never meant to find the beast
if it were not for that one impossible feat
of a stranger who has mastered the beat
and unlocked the closely guarded secret.

Seven seas away, seven continents hence
seven stories high and seven notes apart
the seven pounds slowly began to hum
and the girl is no longer a girl but a woman
from here on she does nothing but bemoan.

Breath Of A Cobra

I still wonder what made him look up
at the same instant I looked down
before taking that one further step.
A brief moment frozen perfectly still ..
fatal, composure, frenzy? Many a possibility.
We looked into each others' eyes deeply
intent on calculating the imminent danger
to our worlds and our very own existence.

A chance encounter? A predestined rendezvous?
He, coiled in the cool, dank shade of the orange tree
seeking respite from the harsh Indian summer
safe from nocturnal predators and hidden
from the menacing eyes of the high fliers.
I, out to excavate lost childhood memories,
to relive a lazy afternoon, inhaling the aromas
of the dripping water droplets melting into
the deep red earth parched under the midday sun.

All I remember was the intense darkness of the eyes
a pair of sapphires sparkling against the landscape
black like the night, like a dream devoid of emotion.
I return the gaze oblivious to the silence around me
we engage in a dangerous dance for just a brief moment
appearing to hold our grounds and then unexpectedly ..
he withdraws .. a brisk slither across the plain
and a slow hiss resonating in the absolute stillness.
A few yards away, he pauses, turns his head around
shoots a fleeting glance before fading into the bushes.

I was left standing in the middle of vast emptiness
marveling at the incredible grace of the movement
no other soul in sight except for the dizzying heat
and the shifty songs of the ever moving mirages.
I still wonder sometimes why he turned to look
was he taking the imprint of the image for a revenge?
Don't they say that snakes hold grudges for years?

Me? Yes, I do dream of him on some nights
especially the ones that are most turbulent.
A forked tongue flickers; a coil around my head
and I find peace in those deadly pair of eyes
staring down into my own from a magnificent crown
and I hear the whisper of divine secrets in my ears.
Of course, I ask myself now and then the questions
Does he still remember that fated after noon?
Does he dream of the slender female figure
for whom he decided whether she lived or died that day?

Looking Over The Horizon

How far, how many years, how many hurdles ?
But memories persist, they are always there
just a tap away from flooding the conscious.
A brutal night of fire, death and mayhem,
many were lucky. A shot through the back or
a stab through the heart and there was peace.
But hers was a struggle. A fierce, lost battle.

Do not dare ask her about human rights
they have all died that night and no one cared.
Who gave you the right to pretend to understand?
Get the hell out of her face and let her live.
There is one place she can trust and believe in
despite the deep betrayal and devastation .
It is her motherland, do not take it away from her.
It is all she has ever known, loved and respected.
Do not take her away and imprison her in your
cold, lonely, isolated self!! Let her live and love!

His eyes smile full of hope and glinting dreams.
The city could not rob him of those precious gifts
Sleepless nights whiled away on the pavement
the bone chilling cold and an everlasting hunger
the sturdy police boots kicking in the rib cage
empty streets, kerosene lamps and rainy days
the street urchin found happiness amidst turmoil.

I suppose, he does dwell in poverty, yet is he truly poor?
He has a purpose, a plan. Poised to take on life,
he stares into the future with a determined frown.
There is a hidden challenge in that look
he is challenging you, me and the rest of the society.
Dare you try and stop him? Beware, Chaos ensues!

Let them realize their dreams, let them look back over their shoulders., let them find their own happiness. Please stay away from your Robinhood instincts. It never worked, it never will, you can never model a human being after you. The fledgling always finds its own way. Enable them and sit back to see what wonderful beings they turn into.

Quest

It feels like forever, a lifetime.. my own to be accurate
I have been searching. Searching for a time and a place.
Perhaps an undefined place and a perfectly still moment
that is ephemeral, abstract, transcendental, unreal
yet full of potential of bursting into concrete existence.

A tiny hole in the fabric of the universe that is modeled after me.
It has been the target of my quest, of the eternal crusade
against norm and normalcy, boredom and humdrum.
The sobering, prosaic tales of happiness and complacency.
Contentment, peace and serenity.. what in the hell do they mean?

How does one find that place? Perchance, I am already there?
How do I know? What is that supposed feel like? Does anybody know?
Is that happiness I see in the smiles or a non-questioning conformity?
Is a smaller world much better a choice? Unchallenged bliss?
One size fits all! Now, why do I fail to imagine that?

After all, it is feasible that I am the one that has not learned.
Others have already passed through this and I am still here ..
lost in the ways of the world and its monotonous mysteries.
An adolescent revolutionary with a childlike wonder and full of questions.
Is it time for me to grow up? Please tell me, 'No'. Cuz I really don't wanna!!