turning turtle

it is my rotten luck
you departed so long ago
yet ignite my soul

ignition turns turtle
you intuitively seek it
I depart hurriedly

clouds roll over

sky churns like butter
turbulent clouds roll over
you watch for night rain

rains beat on unwashed windows
dirt gets washed away
you are again as spotless as ever

goodbye, turbulent thoughts-
let the clouds roll away those
and may the bigger picture
enclosed within you
give way to rhapsody of senses

flinching fiercely

when squall hits the walls
rust dust gets washed away
cawing of the crow reverberates
fierce rains follow
I watch it all from my window
playing with a tendril of my hair
my eyes feel dizzy
my plans for emporium visit
too gets washed away

I sprinkle pepper on my toast,
flinch at its raw taste
that gets me back on earth
I know my saffron dreams
will materialise tomorrow or so-
emporium visit is but an excuse
to ignore the festering fissures
which refuse to heal

non-negotiable

why I negotiate
your so very random emotions
but let myself ebb?

a blow

beauty hunts for joy
forever becomes a thing
winds blow it away

rosy mask

velvety soft,
the delicate petals
tender gentleness
into our being,

the subtle scent
touches our soul
its wholeness
fires our love

we sing paeans to it

yet the rose hides its pain
behind the masks of thorns
and I wonder why

saintly mind gets lubricated

brash words on that message board
crash to the ground
like a saint you stand there
listening to the reverberating sound
it is your doing or undoing
(have it your own way,
think what you like)
one by one, everyone walks away
you stand there alienated

if only you had lubricated your mind
you wouldn't put those words out there
and suffered because of it

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There has been no end to my PC woes. I desperately need a new one and looking for the best offer. Until then my appearances would be sporadic. What else can you expect, when I am using my nephew's PC! Until I get a new computer, please bear with me.