A Lone Walker

I am a lone walker

After the sunset 

Along a tiled riverside pathway 

With the company of the silent river 

Under the canopy of plantains and trees 

Guided by the moonlight and lights from homes

Without the hustles of walkers and runners 

It is a realm I crave in big cities for a walk

With crickets from bushes on the sides 

Making noise along with the birds 

The reeds wave along with the wind 

Lonely streetlamps are a relief 

In pitch dark areas I see mirages 

Of individuals looking at the river

I could hear the conversations of 

People enjoying drinks in the evening 

The movements in the bushes scare at times

As the bund used to be a haven of snakes 

I have seen mongooses wandering around 

I see the imageries on the ripples of rivers 

Created by the lights from the other shore 

Seeds of poems give my mind a workout 

Sometimes, the mind tells me interesting tales

The music from temples on the other shore 

Spruces mind at the end of the pathway 

At times, I see men sitting on the stone benches 

Enjoying the peace of evening in darkness 

The walk itself is an affirmation to see

Sunrise on dawn someday 

As I remain chained to the sleeping pill 

My long walks in the past drove me to 

Move to other cities with a belief 

I am walking with an aim 

To escape from here!

This poem is based on the seed I had in mind while walking in the evening. I indeed walk when there is nobody in the path. Image from the Unsplash. 

Time Brought You To Me

Time brought you to me 

I wonder if you will realise 

You're fluttering like a butterfly 

With the wings of lovely words 

I was lost in another dark world 

Until I saw the glimpse of your smile 

Until I read the imagery of your poems 

I know, time will take you away from me 

So, I will cherish every word you write 

I will dive into the sceneries you create 

And write my own sceneries from that 

Like a chain of poems in a collaboration 

I hope you will read them and laugh at 

The silliness of my wordplay, silently 

I am not tempted to chase a wild deer 

It's pretty to see it run on meadows free

I will read your words in my lonely nights

I hope I will dive into some nice dreams 

Image from Unsplash 

Decision

Make sure you clear up your mind,
Decide what is best for your future.
Do you see me as part of that journey?
If not, prepare me for your departure.
I will pack all the memories and dreams;
You can keep all the gifts and moments.
You'll still be in my heart as spring of past.
Let's walk away without uttering a word;
Without hugs, kisses, and sad goodbyes!
If you want to go on a journey with me,
Let go of all those dark fights we had,
All the tears and nightmares we shared,
And all those hurtful words we hurled.
Let's make a new start for our lost love!
Let's travel through new places to build                                                                                                  new dreams, experiences and memories.                                                                                                Let's promise to hold on to each other!

A poem based on word prompt #FromOneLine. Image from Unsplash. Thank you :)

Vishu: The Harvest Festival

 Vishu is a festival that evokes 

Memories from the childhood 

During the school holidays 

While I stayed at my Uncle's home

We used to collect golden shower flowers 

To place in front of a picture of Lord Krishna 

Along with rice, fruits, coconut, jasmine flowers 

and other auspicious items at night 

That is believed to make lord pleased 

In the morning, Aunt used to wake me up

And keep my eyes closed to take me to the

room to show the first view of Krishna and other 

Auspicious items for praying for a good year ahead

Then Uncle and Aunt gave coins as part of the elders

Giving younger ones the money for a prosperous year ahead

I and cousins used to go to my relatives' and neighbours houses

To collect coins as part of the custom and we used to save them

It used to be our pocket money for the year as kids 

The  scrumptious meal and dessert payasam 

Those images are still memorable 

It is hard to get golden shower flowers now 

And it's been a while since I celebrated Vishu 

I felt like a kid when my Mum's friend gave me 

coin and a currency note along with milk today

Wishing me a prosperous year ahead 

I felt like I saw Lord Krishna in her

My Mum too gave money like every year

I remember giving coins to the kids in the alley 

On a Vishu, when I was in Pune 

Their happiness was pure bliss 

The farmers that harvest rice, fruits and 

vegetables are the real heroes of this festival 

Images from Dreams Time and Alamy

A Fireplace Romance

 

A winter night at your place

When the snow is falling like rain

Let's become shenanigans of love

Beneath the disordered clocks

Finding the warmth in

A bed of roses for fireplace fantasies

And for decadent dreams in silence

Two glasses of red wine awaiting

With slow music to set the mood for the night

You're the star of the night in red attire

While we face the sprawling fire

Like the orange clouds during a sunset

I will read your favourite books aloud

While you lay on my chest, listening

Be kind with your touches and kisses

I will be gentle with my playful hands

I want to be the sculptor finishing

The curves of your body with my touches

It's the night I've been waiting for a while

To be in your arms and forget the world

Let's share the venom of our last first kiss

On your peach lips with passion

Lead me for kisses all over you

Let's make love for one last time

Let's play all your fantasies until we last

And our thirst for lust gets quenched

Let's seal the moment in our hearts

We don't know if we will ever see a fireplace

Again together!

This poem is based on the word prompts from twitter #moonmystic #2WordPrompt #loveletters #vssdaily #FlexVSS #atreyasverse #WIPWordSearch #wordsoupdaily #sensualscribbles #TalesNoir #1LineWed Image from Unsplash