Seema Aarella, 20 february 2012
Time slowed, the growing chill
Froze its tireless hands as the
Frost crept to every corner and
Settled immaculately on the wall clock.
The evening turned from customary
To overwhelmingly romantic
As a we exchanged careless glances
Over a steaming potion in the chinaware.
Sun slipped from the mountain perch
Its last rays died by the table legs
And a new glow was stroked to life
That pronounced our candle lit dinner.
The tempt of nature mounted outside
With congeniality to my thoughts
And the poet within was just about to
Transcend the physical and live greater ecstasies.
But you vengefully rose from the seat,
Drew the curtains over the window
And killed a beautiful evening
With the attribute of a jealous lover.
Seema Aarella, 18 february 2012
I try to figure you in the vanishing faces
Of imaginary clouds passing before me
As I look through the void of time
And find among its rubble
A tattered note of a discarded poem
Written hastily by an impatient poet.
I try to hold you on the precarious perch
Of my eye’s watery boughs
Encased in the orb of yesterday’s dream
From where I guide not your journey
Along the inner maze of faith and felony
As is the future dwindling in haste.
I try to revive you from the ashes
Of a dead star on my gloomy sky
Bring you into glowing existence
Conjure heaven amidst fanned ruins
And discern life in the fleeting instances
Before getting sucked into black hole of death.
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