Age is Just a Number

Age is just a number, they say.
True! age is a number,
Unheeded by death and diseases
Uninsured against memory thefts.
When was the last time I wrote?
I recollect in vain;
Memory is a cuckold
Cheating me out of beautiful moments
And retaining the sad and the bad.
I rack my brain back and forth
Everyday for little things
That slip away like sweaty hands
Leaving me cold, confused
And crumpled on the floor.

©GauriCS

Sea Changes

Sea-changes,
That was always my word for her,
The one who swings between
A goddess and a sinner.
Each day a new face,
Often too many a day
As she battles out the
Clamouring voices in her head.
Sweet at times, distant always
Making me second-guess my perceptions,
Always leaving me confused.
Ephemeral thoughts etched in ink
Runs along her cut-glass veins
Marred in places where
She scratched them out.
Whisperer of dreams,
She huddles in the corner
Of the window close to sea
And watches the waves
As they rise and fall.

©GauriCS

Struggle

Struggling to keep my eyes open
Thoughts of us invade my sleep
Dreaming has never been this easy
As I melt into you in my mind
My inhibitions dropping like
Our clothes strewn on the floor
Sweet liberation from puppet strings
Till dawn breaks the night
Dousing my dreams with sun
And setting them ablaze.

©GauriCS

Wheel of Time

Ghost of a book laid to rest
In the grave dug between my ribs
From ashes to ashes the love returned
Aphrodite smiles slyly
The wheel turns again
The yarn is spun afresh
Fates discard the snipped bits
Another year, another quest.

©GauriCS

Infinite

You are one yet I feel you
In so many things-
In the touch of cold water
That washes off a hectic day
From my tired limbs,
In petrichor wafting from
The virgin land trembling like a maiden
At the first touch of rains,
In the distant rumbling of thunder
That sounds like hope
To the eager hornbill,
In the silvery balm of moonshine
Glistening on my soul,
In every face and every sound,
In everything animate and not.
You are only one yet I see you
In everything I come across-
The Shams to my Rumi,
The ink to my pen,
The Friend to my soul.

©GauriCS

Celestial

The wind brings me your presence,
A transient thought flowing around me
Gentle caress passing by,
Intangible yet unmistakably corporeal,
A spirit maundering the night skies
Bestowing visions upon pondering maidens,
A cherub or an imp?
I’m yet to decide.

©GauriCS

Collectibles

Seashells, stickers, erasers
Some odd collections I had as a child.
Coloured pens, smiles, broken hearts,
The collectibles changed as I grew
Only the habit remained,
My adult self content with acquiring
Memories like seaglass,
Smooth and vividly bright
Yet rough and cutting around the edges,
Their rainbow colours put on display
For my thoughts to peruse leisurely
Drawing blood from my soul
With each passing tour
Until I couldn’t get the colour off them
And they remained relics of a life lived and lost.

©GauriCS

Trial by Fire

The heavens shed it’s tears
For the one who walks the fire
She who had given up
A life of luxuries and wealth
Save for her clinquant smile
That lit up forests and hearts alike.
Her loyalty tested twice
By a man held so wise
Her beloved she followed
Through rain and cold.
A single tear escapes her eyes
As she leaves her world behind.
The wheels of time have turned
Modern times we call it, yet
The heavens shed it’s tears
For the one who walks the fire
She who is punished
For the sin of love.
Her loyalty tested time and again
By the beloved who sets her on fire.
Tears fall unbridled as she begs and screams,
Trial by fire has become the norm.

©GauriCS

Poison of Choice

Love like wine is never the same,
With the bottle changes the flavour,
Each a poison of its own brand
Spreading slowly across your soul
Drenching you in its potency
Leaving trails of feelings and memories
As the nasha lifts and sobriety returns.
Yet we persist in our search
For new bottles and new poisons
In the wake of our wanderings through the realms
Missing the sparks of light
That burst forth from within
Like a deer in search of musk.

©GauriCS

Loneliness

I clutch my mantle of loneliness closer than ever
As I walk through these deserted roads made of
Half-dreamt dreams and forsaken conversations
A path etched in my nocturnal sauntering
Faces long forgotten emerge from the darkness
Prodding corpses buried deep in the earth
Which bloom at the slightest touch
Like fungi sprouting from the dampened scapes of my memory
Bones exposed, rotten yet animated and full of spite
They clutch at my ankles as I tread barefoot
These marshy lands that try to embrace me
Sing me lullabies and lay me down to sleep
Swaddled in my loneliness like a newborn babe
Oblivion, the ever eluding elixir, denied yet again
Will this sleep never end?

©GauriCS