Under the stars

Spine held firm together,

Pressed against roof;

Star, a dim light in fog,

Extended his fingers;

Mischievous star,

Hid behind clouds;

A tear flowed,

Star, immaculately, came out;

Hollowness, steep,

Chasm, ever widening;

Sky, earlier an invitation,

Daunting, it felt;

Arm fell by side,

Under a star;

Abstained for so long,

Atlast, he gave up.

Wet Mud

Rolling down the park,

Boy looked upwards;

Drop caressed skin,

Round, his eyes went;

Mother cried,

"Come back fast";

Smell better than a dough nut,

Stupified his senses;

Knelt to the ground,

Nose pressed into mud;

Sheepish grin, blushing,

Smell was ticklish;

Lips kissed the mud,

Now, he enjoys rain.

Amidst Thunder

Thunder encroached,

Devastation beckoned;

Ripples in potholes,

Leather held feet emerged;

Eyes, swollen pumpkins,

Pearls exploding;

Shattering the earth,

Ominously clattered clouds;

Feather light footsteps,

Declining to touch mud;

Fell down, a splash heard,

Stomach tore apart;

Nails dug into earth,

A scream escapes;

Laughter explodes,

Stillness reminds of grave;

Affinity to nothingness,

Amidst thunder.

A liability

Arid, dry emptiness,

Unknown and unfelt;

No vaccum,

Drained, dehydrated legs;

Presence not required,

Mesh in brain;

Smile, an alien,

Lined forehead said it all;

Pearls waited,

Desire to be understood grew;

Unwanted weed,

Uprootment awaits;

Unthought, just worried about,

Dark invites to its party;

Not a party animal,

Hymns at morgue come into mind.

First day in America

Plane streamlined,

Dived nose down;

Air hostess, a polite woman,

Said, "Welcome to America";

Grimace split my grin,

Jaw held tight;

Cab to the office,

Death cab floated in my mind;

Colleagues at office,

No introductions from my side;

Desk in my room,

Smelt of burnt wood;

Evening floated in,

A garden i craved for;

Verve blared in my ears,

Mind became numb, chilled;

First day in America,

Heartache made its way through my eyes.

Platform No 9

Lady in black,

Shimmers in the vapours;

Horn bloats,

Beat of heart slows down;

Waves swim on the rails,

Train approaches;

Coat flutters,

Man in grey dawns a cap;

A briefcase, an umbrella,

Both coated black;

Feet float,

Such a laid back walk;

Desire to look,

Overwhelming the feeling;

Thoughts fluttered in a butterfly manner,

Can i look one last time?

Lady smirks,

Screams,"There is no last time."

Fall from grace

A bony face peeped down,

Easy it seemed;

Wind shrieked,

A cleft in hair;

Robes clinged onto him,

Tremors initiated 'neath;

Energy out of bounds,

Such a waste;

Unrestricted horizons floated,

Jumped to get to stairway;

Feet met vaccum,

Gravity invited into abyss;

Laughter in air,

Screams on crust;

Gracious and in tuxedo,

It was just a fall from grace.