if i may ask

isn't beauty grey

can't we keep a little black

and give some white away?

a single hand

with a single mind

the best of art

the rest can't find

for creation is an act

of a solitary kind

that none can touch

like a spell that only

a single hand can bind

between the crests
he rests
after a tussle
with the waves
when that star gives in
and they are alone in the dark
without the shine
that many think divine
but what light they say what star
what road takes you that far
that a night falls short of dark
and love isn't a lark

cushions on jute

in warm colors

and gold trimmings

that nobody promised

would bring such joy

have already come to rest

in my mind and beneath my chest

like a packet of dreams

tucked away in my closet

what lies

between your sighs

and turns 

when your gaze runs

and flits

when we are away

and cries

when we part ways  

time
it always travels
on its toes
but we don't see it
till it hits the shores
but the waves
they always know within
that the endless shores
will someday give in

on this day
give me a gift
look away from the present
and glance at what has been

look through my eyes
at the man i always see
at the struggles overcome
and the storms yet to recede

and tell me don't you see
what a lesson you've been
to show the world digging gold
what silver can mean

happy birthday, baby! :* 

if today
light were to say to me
why the dark
chased it all the way
i wouldn't
defend the light aflame
for always
i've seen light slut its way in
while the dark
hadn't even tried to begin

why plant
and not water
why entice
and not share
why seek
and not build
why dream
and not dare

right under the inky sky
i try but cannot deny
that this is the color
that my life has taken
yes maybe i have mistaken
a single sunrise
for a season of warmth
a single victory
for a fabulous story

not too early
and not too late
sometimes we even
forget the date
but so glad am i
of that whimsical day
when my made-up mind
began to sway
toward a face
that has come to be
the real dream
i never had to seek

the shelter and shade
of this deep green tree
is it really meant for me
walking this endless way
the trees have now begun to sway
i know they will come down, for
time has come with a saw in hand
and i see indifference, even in the land

like a pebble
of momentary worth
you pick me up
after a cursory glance
to throw me back
into the wild waves
thinking it is your imprint
that the sea really craves

the circle

there is this complete silence
and that's all there truly is
no sun, no shoots of defiance
no signs of this being my place

please
release me
from the trials
and the many denials
that render no meaning
and chisel away all feeling

each dream
like an old letter
tugs at your swollen heart
like a friend about to depart

life
is not
in the skies
or even in your eyes
it is just
a set of lies

so much noise
so little rhythm
so much around
so little within

a second stint
or my first instinct
why is it so wrong
to look a little beyond

did anyone watch him
take that unusual walk
after making stale promises
to the mirror faces
he knew so clear
that held him so dear
just like the brush
all fresh with paint
and some sludge of the river
that never did return him
despite the promise of the giver