Shy

 

Shy
I'll turn towards the wall
my eyes tracing the edges of that brick..
You pick your palette
And let  your paints soak this form,
Woman enough, a responsible muse
My hand, I'll lay there..
You tuck that curl into my scarf,
And with a gentle pat of the ferrule
you set the chin up straight.
The brush follows a trail of these edges,
The earlobes, surrender to your arrogant haste.
It slides along the curves with an unburdened ease
Firm fingers twitch and pause at  certain frames,
You say you smell my skin even through the opaque scent of your paints.
And you'd kissed my hand
Before you placed it on the table here,
And yet, I'm shy!
My eyes glued to that wall
Refuse to be laden bare 
A note of apology, I'll hide under that tea coaster
But on  your canvas,
you may hang this empty stare..
From your beloved muse and at times...your lover!

Insomnia

 

Oh well, I dreamt a pleasant sleep.

I woke with rose mist drenched elbows

and a lover engraved to the wall.

A garland sewn with a million blue bells,

and under my pillow,

the crisp leaves of fall.

I wake, I sleep, I dream..

My empty eyes depart and settle

on a falling deck of cards.

No sleep, heavy eyes weigh on my lids...

Wishing a blissful. morning

to the early strands of dawn!

Farewell unattended

Farewell unattended

It's a rather hurried packing up of things,

Objects scattered around, seek to be unscrambled.
Some reek of dust and rot;
Some hold in fragrant notes here
Here, where it settles along the crevices,

 of a bend or a fold.
I pick these up, with delicate fingers,
and place them in an angled manner.
A white shawl folded into a square,
a flower carved wooden earring that has lost its pair,
A sculpture of lost lovers knotted in embrace
And a white pebble
with Shakespeare's doodling..
surprisingly worthy of praise.

I sigh, I sit, I've had to be so brave,
The lampshade throws around a delicate hue,
And an arch of memory glows in here;
The smiles, those tales,
the warmth held in snuggles,
the hazy vows made
And  the bickerings of bitter days...
It all floats and sways in this golden shade.
The lamp switched off,
I clip my suitcase shut.
With the door closed behind me,
I now, move ahead...