Saturday, April 27, 2013

Words – Waiting for the rains

Words 

My lovers
Unfaithful, maddening lovers
Taunting me with
How sweetly they lay, now lie with another
Weaving immortal magic

Words
My gorgeous tyrants
Locking me up in a prison
That for some reason
I never want to leave

Words
Doors.  Mirrors?
No, doors – I know they are doors
That I know open out
To wondrous things
(Because once they did)
But for which now, I can’t seem to find
The keys

Words
 Once a surge. An ecstatic rush.
Now a trickle. A drought.
 I trace the parched cracks
And I wait.
It will rain.
(It must, must it not?)

Words
Still. Crouching. Surly.
Taut with unleashed lightning.
Waiting for their master
“Not you,” they whisper cruelly.
“Not you. You are just a stable hand

I retreat
And wait
For the rains

2 comments:

Raja Swaminathan said...

Words
I'm lost for them.
Oh, one comes to mind.
LOVELY! :-)

Pushpa Moorjani said...

Ur words i relish them when they come visiting me
Ur words such joy they create when u play n create a new world
Ur word if only they came more often to dress ur blog n create joy
Thanks for sharing
.loved it
:))
P