Times, I reflect upon ...

"Hold me,
I'm too little
to free my arms
and fly past the raining skies",
she whispered in a mooned smile,
when I first held her.

The eyelids folded
as she saw the light of the day,
the bright morning rays
caressed her hazel eyes,
as she took a nap in my lap.

"Walk besides me,
I'm too little
to fall on my knees
and run past the wild world",
she hummed with a glint at me,
when I first read her.

The soft cupped toes
touched the burning earth,
as her little pink fingers
clutched my cold wrist,
when she took her first steps.

"Lets play
Hide and seek,
Cop and the thief, brother",
she stammered in a hustling tone,
when I first heard her.

We wetted ourselves in chilling rain,
ran around the hearth in winter,
waited to play with the butterflies
and smelled the scent of flowers in the spring.

Its been endless days,
seasons and years gone by,
and she's grown big to teach me things.
As I ride on the waves of times,
those little moments
in an unwitting pleasant way
numbs my eyes in joy.

Copyright © 21 Apr 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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Tonight,call me your Dame...

It's been ages of silence
I have slept upon.

Remember me?

The rose that smiled at you.
The sparkling tiny star
That winked at you.
The crescent moon
That hung in your wait.
The cuckoo
That voiced sweet melodies.
The sea breeze
That brushed your brows.
The blue skies
That mirrored you
In my Angelic eyes.

How would you recollect?

You wore me
In the scent of Cinnamomums.
You walked past me
Amdist the lovely violets.
You touched me
Of my satin fur silk.
And you held me
In the dark clad nights.

Look at me,
I'm dressed in flakes of snow.
Ear rings strewn of yearns,
Thin Black hair
Doused of cloves,
The beads of silvery pines
That lay studded
In the white gown of clouds.

Did you notice?

I know,You failed to.

In my weariness of you,
I long for an eternal wish;
Tonight,Call me your Dame...

Copyright © 15 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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An epitaph

Don't wet your tears
for I'm still breathing
down your ears.
The lemonade
I drank for years
has turned
sourer and sourer
just like the
blood that turned
a clot
when it kissed
the foul air amidst the dust.
Do Cry over
the tomb with
no red roses
but with a heart
of taste and
a soul of memories.
I'm watching you
even when
I'm down here silent
with pale eyes
and a wish
to be that tear
which would
roll on your
cheeks like pearls.

Copyright © 22 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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The Haircut and the shave

I wore long hair
Sporting a rugged beard.
Hesitant was I
To get rid of my possessions.

They grew longer
By the day
And formed curls.
Just the way
Our mind refuses
And intertwines
When they aren't
Pruned of stagnancy.

Window panes,
Through them I see,
The Mammoth structure
Being built aesthetically
Of marbles,cement and glass.
The land was once,
Home to long grown
Stubborn weeds,
Smooth,Untrimmed grasses.
They spoke a familiar
Language;
The tales of
Nights,days,air and blues.

And now
I can't read;
Essays of Stone heights.
I wondered
Did The land
smelled fine now?

I heard a call;
The land
That once enjoyed
Wild pastures.

"I also wore
Those old and torn delights.
Now I dream of change.
Was I bolshy of my possessions
I Would Still
Have been a mirage
Of unknown glories."

I walked down the door,
Down to the barber;
The Haircut and the Shave.

Copyright © 10 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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