Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Night

The rains have retreated

Leaving behind a shower
Of the silent dew at night
Through the window I see
The mist clinging to trees
And the street lights that coat
The road with a whitish hue
Looking like moonlight
The past is the unseen eye 
Through which I see the present
The house across the street back
In my native city comes back
There I saw for the first.time
The framed photo of hell and
Felt a stab of fear as the faithful
Explained the wages of sin
I have seen since the earthly
Versions of inferno and wondered
How anyone can be punished twice
The night is passing quietly with no
Dogs to break its merciful silence
I do not want to retreat yet and miss
The dark goddess who recites new verses.



















Monday, January 13, 2025

Sunday

There's more to a Sunday than

Staring at the wife's face
How would a man know if
He is working on sabbath too
The rising sun is worth looking at
Through the canopy of trees
Where the birds greet its return
With a fanfare worthy of a king
Were you not there when the baby
Took its first steps towards you
Called you dada for the first time
Kept you awake with his stories
Spoken in the first language of man
There are chores to be done that
The hands doing them all alone
Six days a week should be free of
Let time not show its face for a day
When we have a face-to-face at home.


Saturday, January 11, 2025

Sunset

The sunset speaks of dying memorably 

Turning heads with outbursts of tints

And outlines between form and thought
Homes beckon birds and humans while
Stars say there could be other roosts
That we have forgotten or lost sight of
The red orb flashes between buildings
Through the traffic it can be seen briefly 
No one has stopped to look at it sinking
The eyes wait impatiently for the signal,
There were times when the instant canvas
Daubed the heart with a myriad colours
Of ache, longing, nostalgia, and romance
When life's purpose was almost revealed.







Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Apricity

The light dims and brightens

As clouds keep the sun in and out
I am in two minds now  ---- to begin
The day or go back to bed, pretend
To sleep, hugging the shadows of night;
It feels colder than January last year
This could be because I am a year older;
What is that word to describe winter warmth
When the late riser finally gets to turn up?
Apricity --- is appreciated in the city not used
To the few months of hill station weather
The dew, I will swear, makes music sweeter
Even my voice is bearable when I dare to sing 
In the wee hours karoake songs of my summer.