Falcons need to fly

As you denied your touch
and pulled your hand
away from me,
I felt a better grip
on my wings.
I do not dwindle on the
face of desire anymore
I never knew passion
in its freedom-glow
Till the pangs of desire
spent itself on me
Shrouding the length of light
and the breadth of air.

Am better being myself.

Now whenever I will
take your hand to perch
or walk the road
I will grip it with
more care and support
to rather than just hold.
So are partnerships
and relationships bettered
when the tyrannous love
seeks to equal
a brimming passion
with un-quenched hatred
for a flight.

~ A

Revelation Road

I always thought
That LIFE destroyed
What was mine.

As I see it today
When half my deed is done
I always made a wrongful claim.

Life only revealed
In subtle impulses
And slow measures.

What was never mine.

~ A

Action for Autism

Kissing eye lashes
On beautiful eyes
Colours from the lips
Sigh !

The shades of dusk
On blemishes smile
And sweet notes of music
Forlorn !

Unknown faces cheer
All for a cause
Well grounded
Well spent !

Fragrant nuances and
Happiness all to a toast.
My spirits in its essence Autistic
needs an action now.

~ A

This poem was written in a charity dinner "Action for Autism", to highlight the fact that we are all autistic at some level so the other, just that there is a basic cover-up and a minimum level of acceptance by the society. So why is Autism as recognized by the masses, so constrictive for a few.

Stirring

.....  and matters had flown beyond

just you and me

I had dug too deep

beneath the layers

you were not just a woman

not just my love

not just my partner

not just my kind

not just a human

and not even just a soul

The forms of recognition

were only for the eye

through which i choose to see

and as I dug

deeper I found

only a Spiritual Priniciple

.......  a Love Divine

which proliferated into 

a form each casting a 

shadow onto another

to etch you out O beloved!

So let us meet

form to form 

soul to soul!

principle to principle

man and woman.

Were it you who cast the stirring?

~ A.

Space Within

The lake did not even know
I had stolen an unfathomable plunge
Into its deepest crest & quenched
my soul within its bosom.

Neither did the condor know
I mustered a flight in the clear sky
With a wingless gaiety to a flight
Only to formless pinions known

Neither did she know I stole
The scent of her hair as they flew
Unleashed to her regime of chores
silly daily chores of the day.

The clan of dreamers and poets
Is so nurtured and bred that life is
More real in images, thoughts and visions.
Well lived, fulfilling and responsive.

The victory of the space within
Is better realized to legions
Of time and space that lie
In the connect of the ethereal world.

~ A.

Colour Palette

Tactile blinded warmth

of the colour palette

I heave to an array of forms, 

fluids, tints and hope

streaks of shades impressed

by the blade of your strokes.

Brushing my formlessness

with the ebbs and troughs 

of body and soul-unite

carving images-shapes

meaningless to the world

but to passions known.

Fiery red of your saree

staining the canvas though

dexterity of the craft reveled

moist at the corner of your eyes

floating passions delight and drop 

a dash of silver from your anklets chime.

With the emptiness anointed

to a fervent evanescent joy.

on your brow is a bindi smear

a taint from the instinct poured

in my soul and a reminder of the 

rapture dyed in coloured trance.

~A

evanescent - vanishing; dexterity -  mastery ; revel - rejoiced ; rapture - euphoria, ecstasy. 

The love all game continues longest – SQUASH Poetry

Initially we were just knocking and
then the love game began.
LOVE ALL !! they exclaimed.
It was in a fit that we surged
to hit and serve,
and hold the court that was divided
between us in one closed space.
The game seemed to be endless
till the time it was a  LOVE game.
When one dropped the other served.

Love ONE !
Oh ! it was a mistake.
The game shall move to an end
when the race for point began.
the Rules for this race for were known
but who cared, I was there for the thrill.
To take every service
I had to rush forward to play
And after the shot, hold my court back.
It was ONE Love!
And the service changed
Soon it was LOVE 2..
My partner got a chance
when I made a service fault.
So this time to gain a point
I place the ball well out of the reach.

The game shall sometime conclude
but all I know is
In the end one love is enough
to make me loose....
We always loose to a love.
~A.