By name - Cream

I am the color cream,
the dull light beam,
they might not notice me,
I am subtle like dream.
Splash me with a color,
and I prime,
make it look better,
lend it the fame.
I am color cream,
you will remember me b’cause I am dim.

Silently...

Days went by

silence was all we heard.

no one ever said much,

I did not either.

I don't remember hearing

voices of people I lived with.

sometimes I talked to me

to remind myself of the sound of me.

It was like a norm

that was dictated,

silently.

We seemed to follow it

unquestioning and awkwardly,

day after day for every unchanging year

that passed by us,

silently.

Sometimes the cutlery, clinkered,

apart from the click of the clock's hands.

I heard the cars that drove by at distance

the fast ones from the slow.

I even heard on occasions

strangers whispering by the corner of the lane.

or may be I imagined that in my happy dream

when we wanted someone to speak

we switched on the tv.

I wondered if we were growing

oblivious to the obvious silence,

silently.

I wasn't ,

I ran away,

far from home,

silently.

Dream

O' wanderer that seeks me at night,
our secrets lay untold, in closed eye.
name I not know yours, you not mine,
yet your words rumble in my mind.
your mind wiggles never in order at any time,
not one story or a pattern to see,
of dis-chorded whims and whine.

tears trickle down my unaware skin,
a giggle parts my innocent lips,
brows squiggle in unattractive drifts,
how you abet me to resign to such tricks?

still I will look for you,
silent nights, I crave you.
O wanderer seek me at night,
I am at the lover's wine, there by the sea,
On full moon nights and crescent delights,
you know where to come, home.
move not a finger, fetch me by your thought.

Vikram Seth

The only guy crush I seem to have sustained for almost a decade now is Vikram Seth. the clarity with which his poetry speaks is encapsulating and warmingly innervating , for me Seth is a must read, re- read and yea that degree of adoration!

I have never met him in person , never have had the good fortune to be present in any book discussion or reading, hey but look what I have got here, one of Vikram's lecture

http://richmedia.lse.ac.uk/publicLecturesAndEvents/20100318_1830_friendshipAndPoetry.mp3

(Inspired by) Phantom of Opera

Remember your promise to me
beloved don't you, quit on me.
my soul's nightingale,
don't sing, your heavenly chants,
put me to sleep, wear your wings,
leave me in slumbers deep.
my window to the colors of a day,
don't leave now, me in this disarray,
kill me if you wish, with your song,
with your love's blade,
you know you can,
because,with you my heart lays a slave.

Price to pay

To walk the forbidden maze,
to see beyond known,
even if it were a try,
the price to be me,
is to give away
every last bit,
anything I hold mine.
sometimes I fear
this will not do,
to catch my dreams,
I wont be enough,
which like a fairy cloud
faintly dingles,in skies of hope,
remains evasive,throwing echoes,
calling me, calling in loops aloud.
Have I,wandered too far?
can not remember why or where,
home has lost its flavor,
of its nature,inane character,
should I let fear drive
while I give up on me?
to dream is a gift
but will it befit me?
Then again I often ask,
to drift away,
from your own truth
is it not to push away
life to soot?
hoping it will not,
knowing it would,
take the whole of me
even if it were a try
I stand as I should
alone, yet bloody good.

Happy place

Take me to a place where,
eyes rest in chambers of sleep,
mind eases in to dreams,
dreams grow wings
and fly across seas,
and I wake up to your warm embrace.

Let me...

meet your eyes
seek those lies
let me try,
O let me try.

let me in your
darkest nights
lonely beds
of sweet desires.

Walk with me
under twinkled skies
shadows twined
your soul pristine
only mine.