poetry and architecture

In a space not far away

Horizontals and verticals went out to play

Foundation ran and hid in ground

Plinth covered it from all around

Zestful column ran on top

Preventing the beam from making the drop

Walls decided to circle around

Windows clapped with awe stuck sound

Door panels flirted with frames

Light and shadow kept playing their games

Seamless flow of long corridor

Vanishing boundaries of walls and floors

Cantilever with it’s arms spread wide

Waited for beams to catch it’s glide

Courtyards made unconstrained gossips

And kept a note of vestibule’s trip

Interdependence of length and height

People say it’s an architectural delight!

Maybe

Maybe you will love me

Maybe you will care

Maybe you will remember

All the things we shared

Maybe you will hold me

Maybe you would smile

Maybe we will talk

About things worthwhile

Maybe i will catch your gaze

Maybe we will dream

Maybe you will hold my hands

Under moonlight beam

Maybe we will be a song

Maybe we will be one soul

Maybe we will walk the road

Or, maybe you will leave 

A Wish

I look out through the rain

First rain drops on parched land

A fleeting shadow crossed the path

I know him as long as I know myself

Or, I recognised myself when I knew him

I saw him after a lifetime

The first twilight after months of winters

I tried reading between the lines

A story of eternal togetherness

I know I loved you far too long

Maybe it’s just a fantasy

Or maybe someday prayers would pay

A story

A painter’s fantasy
An unknown ecstasy
The blissful night
Eternal delight
Rhythmic impinge
Embellished fringe
Resurging song
Words gone wrong
Silent whispers
Scenic sculptures
Protagonists at play
That fateful day

The Unknown

A lump of muscle

Or a melodic giggle

An unsolved riddle

Or a whimsical fable

A name, a relation

Or an artist’s creation

Lost in a million

Or a gifted common

A misplaced identity

Or a false fancy

Jumbled words

Or a free bird

Protagonist in a play

Or a clumsy essay

A dainty rhyme

Or a shiny dime

Searching for a reply

Who am I?

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A Dream

Those endless nights that we spent together, are the ones I will remember forever.

The way you entwingled your fingers in mine. The feeling of it all was just so divine.

Then slowly I would snuggle myself in your arms. I felt so drunk in your charms.

I inhaled the perfume that you wore. It made me want you even more.

You looked ravishing that night. You seem to glow in moonlight.

We never need to speak a word. Unspoken poetry began to be heard.

You were my fairy tale love story come true. My feelings were making some new debut.

There was a sense of being alive. I wondered if you were ready to hear my shrive?

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