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
All Rights Reserved

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