Cobwebs

spiders weave their webs
in the corners of my house
they manage to weave a new one
every time
i destroy
it's a clash of wills
i guess..
they will weave
i will destroy..
they may conquer me after i die..
they will cover my body
and weave a net
where my heart now lies..
but as long as i live
i will destroy..

Rivulets

I would have explored your riches
As the sun hunts
the treasures of the earth
and I would have opened your bud of love with my kisses.
I would have touched the darkest corner
in the forest of your heart
and found the purest pearls
from the deep oceans of your eyes.

I would have touched the crystal of your frame
and created ripples all across your delicate form
and I would have drunk deeply
and rejoiced in the intoxication of your blood.

But a wall comes in between,
a wall as clear as glass
and hard..
as if
you are standing on the other side of a decieving mirror
I see your form
and I dare not break the glass.

No fruits will bear our love
No vegitation will prove our union.
Let us be like two rivulets
playful and free
and mingle as if we were ever the same
and be one for the eternity.
And let us vow
to take a journey together
to meet the endless ocean of Souls..

Siesta

A quiet afternoon
As the sun glared overhead
a stolen day of summer holidays
we slipped away
together
to explore the mysteries of our old house
the guava tree
danced, lost in the song of the hot wind
squirrels jumped and flocked together
to nibble at some ripe fruit.
the world went deep into blissful siesta
And the street still
like a painting
except for the hawkers
that arrived
no matter what
to lure a prospective buyer.

We drifted quietly
into the mysterious world
in that dark corner at the roof
where some old books
tins and woods
rested and waited
for their turn
to be disposed off.
Their discoloured motheaten visage
charmed and informed our child's mind.
We lost
in the woods of our minds
when the whole world left us
alone
to explore.
Siblings of the childhood.
Awe and shock..
I saw
your metamorphosis.
Proudly
you let me sleep on your bosom.
secret out
you were a woman.
Contempt in your eyes
You slapped twice
on my small impersonal chest.
And you got an exit
from our fantasy world
promising me
a new love.

Something

Something inside him
said
He could worship
His reflection
seemed
Larger than all
And he decided
All the other
loves were mediocre
and trivial
Compared
to the love and awe
of his projected self.

And the love of the son
seemed selfish.
And the love of the woman
turned sinful.
No
the whole world was
a thing of contempt..


He got divinity
She lost humanity.
None of them is human since then.