Drops of white rain,
Drips of green wine,
Caresses my eye-brow line.
I Run to thee
And you freeze in spree.
Are the drops you
Or I'm a drop of you?
Amber leaves,Green grass,
Gold evades the eye of brass.
The images beckon me,
Jingles of anklets remind me,
You are the one in my broken glass
Veil and immerse me lass.
The wings of my desires
Suffices in your flames.
The voice in blissful jive
Cedes in your waves of verve.
Hands frail
And the eyes on trail,
Searches thee
But you play and flee?
The tingling steps
And the soften tulips
Beads me in whims.
You embrace the scent of me
And I would talk to the bee.
Dreams don't end
And you never transcend.
Skies in crimson
And the stars in union
I envy.
Before you tease me,
Bury me in your echoing chimes
And etch me in those surreal times...
Copyright © 17 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
April Showers
Sun bathed in apple red,
Clouds flavoured in vanilla,
The air smells of mischief
As the parched rain chimes.
O' the lovely blush
Of the cheeks.
O' the call of the summer
By its beloved spring.
O' the sands awaiting
To wet in rain.
O' thy scent of elixir
Palliating my senses.
O' thy droplets
Jazzing my lips.
I stand by the windowpane,
Gazing at,
Yellow primes flirting with bees.
Green leaflets making love.
Through the ridges,
Drops trickling
And palpitating
To cloy and coalesce
Into the mud.
The icy drops necked
And slithered me.
In awe of thy charm
I want to cede
In thy heavenly abode.
April showers,April Showers,
Come embrace me.
I waited for thy pour
To souse in your soul...
Copyright © 14 Apr 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
Clouds flavoured in vanilla,
The air smells of mischief
As the parched rain chimes.
O' the lovely blush
Of the cheeks.
O' the call of the summer
By its beloved spring.
O' the sands awaiting
To wet in rain.
O' thy scent of elixir
Palliating my senses.
O' thy droplets
Jazzing my lips.
I stand by the windowpane,
Gazing at,
Yellow primes flirting with bees.
Green leaflets making love.
Through the ridges,
Drops trickling
And palpitating
To cloy and coalesce
Into the mud.
The icy drops necked
And slithered me.
In awe of thy charm
I want to cede
In thy heavenly abode.
April showers,April Showers,
Come embrace me.
I waited for thy pour
To souse in your soul...
Copyright © 14 Apr 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Strums Of Silence
Lips may stay silent,
But the silence lingers on,
As they turn into words
And speak to me.
In those melting tears,
Held in your eyes,
What will you melt?
With the aching heart,
Dipped in melancholy,
What will you rinse?
In the disguised smiles
And the playful winks,
What will you hide?
In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?
In numbness of void
Tied to the shackles of blame,
Will you bury those untrue lies?
On the walks of life,
When the reality bites
And the steps stumble,
Would you abandon
Those dreams in fear?
O' you mute soul
Even I'm a part of you.
Hear my mum words
And see those unturned gleams.
Copyright © 02 May 2008 , by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
But the silence lingers on,
As they turn into words
And speak to me.
In those melting tears,
Held in your eyes,
What will you melt?
With the aching heart,
Dipped in melancholy,
What will you rinse?
In the disguised smiles
And the playful winks,
What will you hide?
In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?
In numbness of void
Tied to the shackles of blame,
Will you bury those untrue lies?
On the walks of life,
When the reality bites
And the steps stumble,
Would you abandon
Those dreams in fear?
O' you mute soul
Even I'm a part of you.
Hear my mum words
And see those unturned gleams.
Copyright © 02 May 2008 , by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
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