You taught me thegeography of painYou led me throughthe enchanted deserts of longing,Through a ghostly landscapeof strangled hopesSpeeding past the accusingmilestones of dead yesterdaysYou pointed out the bleaklandmarks of childhood’s griefsYou stood beside meBelow the towering cliffsof ‘Impossible’And revealed to methe meaning of desolation,The agony of the final farewell.I explored with you thefrontiers of lonelinessAnd …
I think of fire…Of a softly pouring,Gentle pool of candle-lightThe tall and slender flameTipped in smokeTumbling in the vagrant breezeI think of roaring,devouring flamesThat destroyMelt and alloyAll that they touch.
Rainbows are not for everyday …Their essence is transcience,The bitter sweet poignanceOf a beloved who died young.Born from the slow dyingOf a million rain dropsThey cast a magic spellOf laughter and tearsOn all my empty days.Rainbows are not for everydayI keep them folded awayFor a rainy day.Till a magical fragmentOf memory Explodes …..And they blaze …
Since the day you splashedUpon a grey and empty dayAn exuberant rainbow I cannot face the challengeOf an empty page. Now, I’ve learnt to my own coloursPainstakingly one by one. Violet and indigoBlue and greenYellow, orange and redThey stand there one by oneIn stiff self-conscious bands Their studied gaietyAn affront to spontaneityI don’t know how …
