permeated bleakness

on a January night

shedding its inhibitions

of untamed trepidations

drip

drip

drip

eloping silence through

a senescent faucet

startling visions

of unknown destinations

conjuring chortles

the fledgling jostles

shy and tacit

yet

drip

drip

drip

inchoate delirium

sit up, then smile, then brood,
then laugh,
look around,
a tiny tear
Stop
sigh! it didn't elude
you speak, I talk,
you wave, I nod
Pewterish moonlight, glimmering tonight,
yoke, come closer
ephemeral is
this halcyon night
Don't touch, just look
Don't go, just wait
Its you, Its me,
these ripples desiccate
Then come lets go
home, to the stars,
away from days,
where dreams are ours!

Only a wish

Look yonder at my sleepless dreams, my darling,
I pilfered each one from many sleepless nights, my darling,
hitherto pinioned by my fears lived a mirage,
dawn awoke me to behold your eyes strolling the skies, my darling.

A rich bohemian whispered to me one day,
she blessed, 'your prayers will be doted on someday'
With celerity in my fortunes and baroqueness in my hope,
remember, my darling, this pauper became yours that day.

Now again I set gaze at the golden moorlands my darling,
for a bohemian to pass by my hearth, oh darling
she will bring paeans of your return,
fulfilling chimerical domicile of those nights, my darling!

~~J~~

absinthe on-the-rocks please!

Benumb my senses and take me with you. Take me so far away I may never return.
Absorb in me in such a way to maim my tears. Release me from the incarcerating chains of redemption.

Drowned in the foolishness of my impertinence, you set me free when all my sublime feints failed.

I want to return home to the scent of your presence that kept fading away so placidly into the solitude of darkness.

Time my friend is wafting away.

Domiciled within your dream, once lay a dream far away from this parochial world. Absolved from my narcissist loathing, that dream alas slipped away.

Haughty aspirations still linger that, hitherto the roads that I walked will find me some how and bring me back to you some day.

Fleeting breeze of a winter morning

With the dulcet sound of the morning rain hitting on my window, I took one look at the last autumn leaf still clinging with prosaic tenacity to be impervious to the winds, only to find itself eventually displaying its docility to the works of the nature.

If I could lee that auburn leaf I would then blench off my reticent illusion of having calibrated efforts in impugning my destined path that diverged from you a long time ago.

Although, daubed appeared this love story, indubitably immaculate was the love.

Just like the leaf wafted with tribulation I fell into futile capitulation.

But now rejuvenation is inevitable for there will be that morning dew slipping away from the verdurous leaves bringing forth saccharine effervescence of the coquettish spring.

And I, tacitly await...

Night at Baniyas street...

His eyes met mine and my world came to a halt. He kept on going but I stood there still. He left me now with the rapturous memory of those few seconds that shall last a lifetime with me. No other eyes, no other face, no other smile, just that memory became a panacea for me.

I hope I find you some day, read my eyes will you that day? For words are too frail to portray the simplicity of my dismay. Until then, I'll keep on searching for such serendipitous possibilities for their mere pursuit defines the meaning of my life these days.

Clutching on to that euphoric memory, bare feet I walked on the shore, then like the sparkle in your eyes that night, you stood in front of me, with that same ineffable radiating smile, whereby my reality blurred into fantasy and I kept drowning into that sparkle.

Let me touch you just once before you escape into the abyss of my dreams again. Let me beseech you one last time to stay with me till the earth and heavens remain. Though I wonder sometimes somewhere between my dreams and reality, if on that glimmering night just like me, you stood there too?

Shadows of the Rainbow

Absorbed under the debris of my dream,
perfidious roads I had walked,
signs drew caught in a gleam,
Here, I know not what I thought:

Deception, an understatement
Violence, simply a prelude
Truth, facade of inveiglement
Probity, gone kaput.

Impudence, purchased for filial piety
Profligacy, new prototype of propriety
Gratitude, forfeited for avariciousness
Virtue, consummated from calumniousness.

Were these unequivocal imbroglios
ensconcing something ominous?
Or, may be just puerile blasphemies
emanating from an ignoramus.

~J~