Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Traitor Heart

You traitor, my heart
You wince more
When he misses me...
Are not my pains
Meant to tug at you?
Are you not mine?

I long to see
That one face on earth
That’s just for me.
And you say, you will...
There’s time for all.

I long to touch
That silky hair
And make it mine
And you say, you can
When the time comes.

A line from him
That he misses me
And you!!! Down you go.
Wordless you are.
No tears even, like
The lightening-struck!
You traitor, my heart...
Are you not mine?


thoughts delve deep into you,
o night!
is it your serenity
that ruffles every fibre of my being?
engulfing me so
with watchful eyes
cold and ruthless.
tell me, stranger,
what does your darkness hide?
and why it reveals so much of me?
my thoughts break into a hum
they vibrate with life
no longer mine!
they chat with me.
eyeing me a bit callously.
these very thoughts
who wouldn’t dare look up
in the proud sunlight!
they find an ally in you., o night
creasing their foreheads,
they dissect me.
sneer at me, agitate me
and then soothe me.
i am but clay inn their hands.
tired of their tete-a tete,
o night,
they yawn
and retire with you.


Gossamer woven dreams
Never did I know
That you would weigh me down
So much.

Red tinged clouds
Ye tempt me to muse
Don’t those lofty blue attires
Suit ye a hundredfold more?

Soft sprays breaking forth
Tis hard to believe
That thy mother cascades
Cutting through the rugged rocks.

Dreams, visions, hopes.
Feathery beings, soaring high
Yet, they root us deep
Into life’s soil.


A murmur of a thought
and I say…no!
I have traveled that path
and seen
an ivory moon
an early sun's crimson
and eternity for solace
no…my sweet,
not now
a quiet sigh…
and nothing
....like a child in its mother's arms,
the murmur slept off.
Only the depths of the night knew
which bud in my garden
would not bloom lovely
That dawn.


Mother O Mine.

I tread on your dreams
On the withered petals of your hopes
The upturned thorns of your fears
Cut deep deep into my heart.

The tall palms of your complacence
Cast shadows long and lean.
Filtered through their shredded leaves
Come the vermilion rays of your prayer.

Rooted deep even in the marshy slush of life
The earth hugging branches of your faith
Even like the banyan, enveloping my world
The ever-widening canopy of your love.