My House of Cards

A vast stretch of vacant land

Not virgin, but discarded,

Left to its sorry fate, uncared;

My little hutment I built on it,

With joy and care and abundant faith

Nurtured and tended as mine

To hold, to love, to own, to cherish:

Weeding the field a painstaking task

Brick by brick, step by step

My niche I secured

And in that heavenly space

My life gained richness

Of rich chocolate melting in mouth:

And then came breezes

Harsh and howling

Angry claws ripping

My walls and roof;

Inch by inch gaining ground

The Giant encroached-

First my fences

Then the rooms they claimed

My love space reduced

My home compromised

Nibbling at the edges

Like diligent mice

Working on tasty cheese

As I backed up step by wary step:

And then a deluge

A mighty pounding

That left me stranded

On open ground once more

Not a leaf to hide my broken soul.

My Dreams Fell Apart

My dreams fell apart
like a shower of petals
at your feet
on a rose scented path

Unkind the steps
crushing their life,
they felt
crimson sorrow of defeat.

My dreams fell apart
like squandering rain
in search of hearth
from heaven they came.

Rivers and oceans
swallowed their life,
in a trice
they bid goodbyes.

Impossible Dream

Night after night I sleep in your arms,
snug and content in our body warmth,
my eyelids drooping at the touch of your lips
while dreams come sailing- pleasing and swift.

A dream, a dream, an impossible dream!

Day after day you come home to me,
evenings we spend merry as bees
in laughter, in talk, and silence shared
eyes locked as secerets compare.

A dream, a dream, an impossible dream.

Eerie dark no longer our threat
safe and secure close to your chest,
limbs entiwined, herats beating in rhyme,
drifting to sleep in solubrious clime.

A dream, a dream, an impossible dream.

Shorn of sorrows, cleansed from pain
directing life to happier lanes,
burdens set down, no longer in quest
together we live, twin birds in our nest.

A dream, a dream, an impossible dream.

Burnt Love

Every day I speak with you

a few minutes at a time-

mundane matters mostly,

nothing to change lives or touch souls;

two practiced dancers,

we twist and twirl, effortless,

to set music, never out of step;

we fence with words

nimble and agile our moves,

yet jusy beyond reach,

safe, in our courtyards-

and within, 

Love simmers and dries;

like a spicy sauce

left too long on a stove,

forgotten and burnt.

Memories

Memories, tugging at heartstrings:
Some sweet flavoured,
dipped in honeyed warmth;
others bitter, filled with
hollow grief:
memories of a life time now lost
memories that have culled a cost,
Reliving in microcosmic time
days and years of a long lost prime.

In their shadowI live my present days
Where'er I run, they follow me
they stay;
Memories that grip with bands of steel
My urge for freedom from me steal.