The little ice candy

Quick feet
That knew no steps
learned to walk,
sometimes
down on the knees,
sometimes stumbling
in a miss.

Amidst the toy cars
I tried to drive
my fantasy's
on the slippery
wet floor.

Loved the taste
of chocolate
that would
taste my
pink unripe lips.

Hated the smell
of the milk
that I would gulp
down my throat
in a frenzy hurry.

Played with marbles
and what not.
Dirtied myself
in mud all day,
no worries to wash
and all I knew was
to throw up my hands
in air,
to fly in the sky
and kiss the earth
back again.

And now,
my eyes are sore
and numb in tears,
Can I get
my little ice candy back?

Copyright © 29 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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In awe of her

The rose melted lips
of hers
hugged in rosiness
to conceal their words
just like the lilys
that blushed in treacly cense
when the bees kissed them.

The quivering eyelashes
of hers
fluttered in naughtiness
to sometimes blink
and to sometimes wink
just like the innocence
in my eyes
that surrendered
unto a heavenly uneasiness
to hide from their seething arrows.

The jet black strands of hair
of hers
wore the scent
of the blossoming jasmine
to touch the soft skin
beneath my ears,
just like the waves
of silken touch
and of raging love
that furiously galloped
lashing at my heart shore.

The satin fur skin
of hers
tasted me sublime
and embraced me
in the eternal warmth,
just like the crescent hung moon
that awaited to be
adored and relished
to bring its pristine soul alive
to make love
forever and forever...

Copyright © 30 Oct 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Resonance

The cerise eyed sun
peeped through the high rise sky,
lighting the chilling dawn
in an aura of majestic colors.

The Sunflowers came alive
with golden dimples,
greeting the daybreak
with morning yawns and
effervescent smiles.

The lazy dew drops
one by one
dribbled along the grass blades
until they seeped
down the belly of earth.

The singing sparrows
swarmed across the skyline
in vibrant verves,
chirping a note
of million words.

The winds from far away
ran amok in mirth
as the rain
and the weathercock
got to play.

Copyright © 04 Sep 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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O' Summer Rain

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In your blue garbs,
Adorned with snowy clouds,
The White Rain gushes;
Weaving scarlet beads
To garland the blossomed love.

In which shells of flights,
Would the pearl open its wings?
In which eyes of doe,
Would the spectacle unfold?
In which seas of emotions,
Would my life set sail?
In which drops of thee,
Would I surrender?

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

The treacly scent of first pour,
Fondles and kisses the earth's fore.
Which drop of thee,
Gave life to that seed?
Which drop of thee,
Bred that mead?
Which glint of she,
I owe?
Which touch of she
I trove?

I see her navel jewelled in sky
Chassing amidst the angels in pry.
Her footsteps on the silent move,
Imprinted my heart in vibes and shove.
She stood there with a palette,
Splashing colors of Rainbow.
My eyes mesmerize, I bow.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In the cense of her
I live my breath.
In the spell of her
I conquer my death.
With Thy misty breeze
O' summer rain, I have fell prey to she.

The trees,birds and peaches
Drenched in your drops
Seek in quest for their mates.
In the moonbeams and night,
In the sunshines and light,
My heart has set its pilgrimage
Towards the land of she.
My soul would rest in peace
In the love shrine of she.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

Copyright © 25 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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One,Two,Three

One,two,three
I smiled in glee.
Blind folded eyes,
Crispy skies.
Hid she in the winds,
And, I waited with wings.

Four,five,six
I broke the jinx.
I held her in trance,
And, She fretted in glance.
Winked she,
And winked I.
I bet,
The sun set
Shyed away
As the moons met.

Seven,eight,nine
I fell for her in pine.
The moment freezed,
The gleams teased.
Strawberry red blush,
Fresh lime gush.
Her rose lined lips
Enticed me in trips.
She smelled wine,
And I slept fine.

And, the count Ten.
Ah, Ouch,
Fell Out of my slumber Den.

Copyright © 14 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Tears

They trickled
one by one
incessantly
to fill
the abyss of pain.

I watched them
eye to eye
in hollow numbness
to fill
the empty pots
of self.

The saline drops
strayed
on my notepad
and the ink
ceased to
form letters.

The nib of
my life
dried in
the ink blots
of white paper,
not knowing
if ever,
it could pen again...

Copyright © 23 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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