THE VITAL PAUSE……………….

There's an easy way of closing the hours
Without care for the incurved lines
It has become strangely forgetful,
Time worn maybe.
A victim of our whims .And undesired suppressions.
It often charmed unreason
And thrilled in small abundance
But alas! Its forlorn now
Quite convoluted, it sighs.
Maybe lost in the labyrinth ofThe yellowed leaves….....
It says we don't have time!!!!

To smear our palms in paint
Often in the colour of the setting sun…..
Or dance without enough room
But enough space for grace

Watch the slow autumn come and go
and still not know when the days condensed…
Or search between the pages
For the dried flowers hidden Or crushed beyond reason.…

A testimony to our wings
Once spread far away..

To all these
And many more moments
Hidden in the cracks of Our half said stories…
Why do we need an author's clarity?
When simplicity, secretly pines for attention.?
For our climax,
And that happy ending,
Often abrupt or well thought,
We just need to pause!!

I saw the bend around the road you loved

It unwrapped that big apple tree

And just ahead that friendless seat…

Still staring at the distant sea!!

But did I tell you time has passed

Like slow steady winds of change,

Yellowed leaves liked memoirs of time

Sighs around that forlorn bench.

I saw the lashing waves again…

Echoes still, but with different tales

Do you know where stories go….

Like sparkles on the shining sails!!

‘You can never hide’ you told me oft,

And I believed you and dried my tears…

But when I slowly went my way…

You just let me disappear.

And now the lonely apple tree

still paints my ground deep red

Fades soon through the dust by dusk

And brings back the words unsaid.

I didn't tell you ever, did I?

That this lane still had another way,

When you leave that bend of yours..

And walk a mile or so away….

You never liked the dark in there,

Scared of shadows, you often said,

But sometimes I had entered deep…

And saw that dimness often fades.

And today that same other bend

Still calls me from the sea and skies

But now both the bends merge

With tacit words and hidden lies…

But the path still wants footprints on sand

And the bends of past still show our sky

I don't know how my world seems sad

We both have gone, and I wonder why!!!!!

The smell of coffee beans….and a verse of gauche words….I am drinking to my memoirs, with every gust that throws open the window.
And Since then it hasn’t stopped raining.
Poems don’t rhyme again. But the rain still has her rhythm. Even as she changes shape and takes sides, new patterns are born.. I stare at the colours , paste them in my scrap book. It has long been submerged in black and white.
Legends are forgotten. They travel far through the moon bathed roads. Lost in the darkness of our closed books through time..
And still it hasn’t stopped raining.
I close ‘The hungry Tide’ and stop the unchained Melodies. Because the rain splashes over them. I cannot get inside other people’s stories now.
I can make mine.
and I will try
and outside, my muse still soak my city in dreams.