Up in Smoke?

I think of you in utter  anger

Still holding onto my calm

I had held you in immense love

But you caused me only harm

Feeling you always in my hand

O fair one, my lips you kissed,

Losing myself setting you afire,

All your guile how I missed?

Weaving a wily magic each time

As if to free me from some strife

Holding me in your evil spell

You almost took away my life.

I left you never to again think of you

Buried you like treasure under sands

Yet you make me long for you

When I see you in others’ hands.

Venkatesh Kumar © 2012

09.06.2012

Glitter

The sudden glimpse of a silvery lining,

Like love’s many a luminous smile?

No, the cheatful thunderless lightening,

Showing up all its gleeful guile.

Venkatesh Kumar © 2012

Lonely Path

Walking along a life’s empty path,

On a dull, wet and warm afternoon

Rain and shine playing hide-n-seek,

Drenching and drying all the gloom.

The weak sunlight showing up now,

Trying hard to swab the wet solitude

My thoughts wander back into time

When you and I had none to intrude.

The lovely downpour and a torn umbrella

The gusty wind snatching it the harder I clasp,

With you beside, those were the lovely rains

Four hands ‘gether the umbrella would grasp.

Soon the monsoon sun reluctantly hides

Slowly the afternoon gets dull and lazy

As the empty path too nears the end

All the past’s landscapes  turn hazy.

Venkatesh Kumar © 2012