Luna

Poetry by Vibina Narayan @soulofscheherazade. Image by Shweta Kallianpurkar @a_tad_askew

I prayed.

A little block of

the burdened sky

dropped down.

And the sun blushed,

In the West End of

my bizarre idea of

Paradise.

Letting be, and

a trickle of

Letting go.

All for me, and

All for mine.

I chased

another bubble of hope,

and threw

another reckless of a wish,

to the brooding

handover of twilight.

Fancying always the

Canny, crescent smile

of an obscured shadow

of the two faced

lunar,

(A full blue moon only to usurp my heart)

Upon the transitioning palette of dreams

of tonight.

And it brought me

to you (once again),

And a song humming in me

all week long.

While the winter’s fire

and the abandoned echo

of a child’s laugh

down the long road home,

crooned away the passing

of this evening,

Walking all the miles in

thoughts between

the hearts of

You and I.

November

Image and poem copyright of Vibina Narayan

In the passing of the thin day,

In the midst of this whirlwind

where I stand,

An axis held by tutored lungfuls

of cold, hard, breath,

Presides over the leftover will

in my tortuous veins.

(Like an autumn leaf that refuses to fall)

My eyes,

Marbles of fading memories,

are guided to the tremulous stance of a robin,

her chest, an orange crescent

in this bluegray, beaming pride

of a relentless November.

(Like an autumn leaf that refuses to fall).

The moon rises early

Her soft cream of translucency

Diluting the pitch dark of winter-

The silhouettes of the night

A still reminder of

Seasons and friends

that come and go,

and the ones that remain to fill my home.

(Like an autumn leaf that refuses to fall).

And for this,

I shall stay,

Rooted to the changing firmament of time,

My young, forming, learning, oak

The visceral bearer of

Life and her slow disclosures.

The rings and lines upon this trunk of mine,

An adage of all the stories

seen and untold.

(Like an autumn leaf that refuses to fall).

Silhouette

Picture and Poem copyright Vibina Narayan

Nubile dreams of an unborn woman.

Fair feet that dance through the weather.

Thick and thin veils of rain you

Caress the skin of clouds you fall

from, (upon).

Magic and sweat percolating

your balmy disguise.

Tender breaths freeze in lines,

still smokes of passing time.

As the sun shines,

on a golden cascade of inimitable ribbons.

Travelling bandwagons of the North.

As the teeth of your memory melt,

Into her honeydew mist and the

Sweet sorrow water pulp of

Yesterday’s forgotten promises and joy

rest on your tongue.

Never cry a river, while you await a paradise,

The silhouettes which fleet now

Only within your reach to see ever,

As much as you seek forever.

Never truly anybody’s, never truly there.

Where Gods are lesser creatures and myths walk

miles.

And the mist of rising dawn unleash

The argent face of morning fields.

Your lips that held the secret of her navel

and a night,

that was held together for your desires,

by the wings of seraphs.

Shroud stitched in the corners with

the whispers of the oracles

that will never blight.

Six feet

Image copyright Vibina Narayan

Soft light whispers into the forgotten corners

Overlooking shadows and secrets laying bare in the middle.

The moon cradles the night in her wistful arms

As you cradle mine, in your made to believe strong.

And all that remains,

is this momentum and space

between our condensed breath heavy with the magnitude of now,

Skin denuded of pride and satin we never bought.

Pulse stroked in the labile hands of time

Held like a pearl, dived deep, hard to catch.

The oyster of your world presents the song of your heart.

This bed I wish to sleep on, the sea of your life, (for the rest of mine)-

On a raft, a plank or may you call it my home.

I inhale in selfish lungfuls of all the dispersed wishes- stray and not

And forage to trap all the stars beneath the veined veils of thick eyelids-

Those carrying dreams and not.

Praying to slip into the burrow of you, skeleton and soul through.

Six feet, deep and under and more.

Six feet, beyond and wide and whole.

Hymn for the soul of a night

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Through the looking glass

I see,

Deep wells of resolute.

Never ending chasm of

Another universe.

Blinking big bangs and

Enigma burnt comet tails.

 

Hearing the notes from

Yesteryears, the gentle waft

Of a piano lay in

The cosmic river of

An incense I burnt.

Deep into another’s heart.

A midsummer night’s shadow

Hugging a forgotten corner.

Stranger on my bed of thoughts.

 

The well of hope and happiness

Seems bottomless

Until a boulder is hit upon

A leap of faith.

And still we must.

Jump to know what

Being alive is. Like

 

a requiem for the one

In the looking glass.

An incantation for the one

In your star crossed path.

A hymn for the one

Who felt a never tomorrow.