Thursday, July 23, 2009

SHROUD OVER HER EYES

shroud over her eyes

On a desolate,summer night of july
I roam, under the shrouded sky....
Wind blows ,rather,flows ,
Frisks,kisses my face,
.... her lifeless lips are dry .....
Wind , not cool wind that promises rain,
Not warm , summer's pugnacious wind,
Just a current of air ,bored,forlorn,
Hissing contempt,airing flippant scorn,
(her lifeless lips are dry,
my sense of nature turns wry. )
Disgusted with the parched earth ,as the prude waits on.....
Waits for the tenacious lover to cry
As she puts sun's heartburning passion to trial...
Solar tears form a cover of white cumulus ,
Only post-coital breath vaporizes into nimbus, (rain bearing)
When shall the thirsty earth moan and sigh !
Would she relent ,or fate offers a dry july ?...


Meanwhile,the foppish moon beatifically glows,
Reflecting borrowed sunlight, his beauty shows,
That pockmarked,freckled face is all alight,
Virgin earth is so besotted with the sight.
The peacock runs after her, round and round
But his attendant –train is nowhere to be found
Heavenly aurora through a peephole visible,
Infatuating ,maddening,breathtaking spectacle.
As if, of my beloved,only the shining buxom seen,
Rest of her contours hidden behind the chiffon screen....
Attracting each other ,guided by newton’s laws,
Cosmic flirts forget their moral vows,
But lethargic cumulus linger on,in a torpid state,
Oblivious to the lovers’ and to my fate,
And I,i revel in my solitude,hoping
against hope,for peace in palestine ,
After all,like me, all they have in the world,is time...

Loneliness imperfect .
A frog is hopping on the road,
Basking in moon's glory.
(Slimy,ugly bastard,)
Reflecting the sun-moon story.
Who burns ,but who glows,
Who cares if wind blows or flows,
Cosmic gods who shamelessly flirt !
or the seraphim ,woo dwells in hell ?
All i wish is palestians well.....
O mother earth,unwed,virgin mother !
Progeny craves for rain,not celestial amour,
Though not on the horizon,he plays truant,
The golden orb burns on,we bear the brunt
Coxcomb moon cant give us lives,
Natural laws dictate,earth should be the solar wife.

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