Stumped By Samyu #1

Amma: "Who do you love the most Valli?"

Nana: "Ofcourse I love bujji budo the most"

Amma: 😒 "Sure, its all about blood. My mother, my sister, my daughter, yada"

Samyu: "No, that's not correct. If it's about blood, then nana should half love me"

Amma: " How can that be?"

Samyu: "Because I am a mix between amma and nana, nana should half love me then. But he loves me the most"

#Stumped by Samyu 

An Afternoon's Dream

Some moments were born to define millennia, beyond your life and mine 

Some hide unheeded in relentless corners of a restless mind 

And last night I wove some dreams for a much younger me and someone like you

Into Jasmine gardlands for our wedding night, thresholds of marigolds for the twilight 

Some moments sweeten our passage to the moon, darkening everything beyond and before

And yet twirl giddiness into life as do glitzy plastic spin-tops

When the spinning stops, some moments remain bruised onto memories' heavy breasts

Some dreams melt into tomorrow's snowfall on 

distant, silent, sacred crests 

And as monsoons bleed into words, sprouting multi-colored pangs

Two Birds

Under cotton-cloud-shadows would fly two birds

Free from the drivel of daytime's long words

Twig by twig, a tiny nest off steep mountain cliffs 

They built with dark-hued dreams of sheer what-ifs 

Monsoons, meteors, moonlight, murals, myth  

myrrh, music and almost all of magic dealt with 

Limitless sky of limited wings, boundless world  

Streets, sights, flight paths and all of earth's whirl

Mirror to death's first moment, life's very last

Made-up walls, sky roof from bruises of the past

Ambition's nearly-burnt earthern lamp flickers

But those mirror walls, they flash golden pictures

Of two birds who built their love nest, twig by twig 

In words, glimpses and feathered sweet kisses 

The Lost Pearl

I dropped a pearl once in a faraway path on an uphill dusk 

As we ran up counting crashing waves and rustling branches 

Venus sprayed that playful night with her dark-toned musk

On lustful breasts you had but written of a sacred bond

Setting aflame promises of an age to come and of bustling chances 

Soft cotton kisses, sweet whispers, voices from within and beyond

And all at once the world sank and turned time's runaway hand

The night sky too filled with a zillion unbeleiving  glances 

We cleared time's debt then with my lost pearl and a fistful of sand 

Silence (V2)

Silence is a warm blanket on a sultry summer noon

Raising faint memories of a red-faced autumn moon

But at dawn when summer slips to her maiden home

On gushing jasmine wind and on oceans' night foam

I worship her in temple domes, trembling forest nooks

Chocolate twirls in coffee cups; yellowed pages of beloved books

Straddling bitter-sweet bridges of a random rendezvous, 

Silence is a busy old friend out on errands with you

Other days, her devious pits fall deeper than beyond 

Thunderstorms, crocodile farms, vestigial pricked bond 

Dark skinned despair, deep valleys, vampire-inn secrets 

Treacherous murderer of light, keeper of weakness 

And at times, a needle to darn old tears in lengthy evening shadows

Holding up daily deaths of a distant sun to see how that yarn flows

No forlorn maiden this silence, that kisses your perfumed breasts 

In her do all memories live, all wounds fill and all life rests  

Silence

Silence is a warm blanket on a sultry summer noon

Raising faint memories of a red-faced autumn moon

But at dawn when summer slips to her maiden home

On gushing jasmine wind and an oceans' night foam

I worship her in temple domes, trembling forest nooks

Chocolate twirls in coffee cups; yellowed pages of beloved books

Straddling bitter-sweet bridges of a random rendezvous, 

Silence is a busy old friend out on errands with you

A needle to darn old tears in lengthy evening shadows

Holding up daily deaths of a distant sun to see how that yarn flows

No forlorn maiden this silence, that kisses your perfumed breasts 

In her do all memories live, all wounds fill and all life rests  

Sands of time

I dropped a pearl once in a faraway uphill dusk 

Venus sprayed our playful night with a dark-toned musk

On lustful breasts you had but written of a sacred bond

Soft cotton kisses, sweet whispers, voices from beyond

And all at once the world sank and we stopped time's runaway hand

Alongside my pearl we cleared his debt with five shells and some sand 

Who Has Time For The Stars

We came clenching our unformed fists into fatelines

I held up my palm against yours wishing it entwines

Drum rolls, shivers in the spine, golden autumn rays

Scars on your skin, all sing in unheard tuneless ways 

But what about those dark spaces in our music? 

At a distance I crave for a two-syllabled sweet moon

Raindrop pitched murmurs on a long-lost parched tune 

Your skin that erupts in a million smiles at my touch

dark oval moles spewing perfumes of earth and such

But would you look up from your mirror? 

In silence I watch the moon drape a saree of light

Which her stealthy sun sent through his secret sprite

She danced with twenty-seven stars, each night anew

And here and now waits for a lone glimpse of you

But who has time for the stars?

Blackbeads

Sixteen full beads from thirty two lives

A few among them perhaps half burnt

In a passion for deathly desire to be alive 

And just as few maybe shriveled in boredom

Should I seek to find each of those blackbeads 

Which were lost at my wedding under the stars?

Must I draw out secrets from half-smiling sighs

cascading down their hidden, heaving hearts?

I did wander on silent-movie lanes of slick memories

And came upon a red pair of perfect anger circles 

But no thread passed through their loneliness 

Did they paint blood on themselves soon after they left

Their brethren, those fourteen witnesses of marriage?

Who fought, and begged; laughed and hugged 

played in perfect morsels of a six-month old's palm

And on insolent evenings, played jasmine string songs 

But all through one night, our black beads hummed 

My full breasts could bear no more, blue-black hues

Until all at once you broke that thread that bound us

I walk around now, with emptiness clasping my neck 

Lost Blackbeads

Sixteen full beads from thirty two lives

Perhaps among them were those that burnt

In passion fueled by a deathly desire to live

And just as few may have shriveled in boredom

Should I seek to find each of those blackbeads 

Which were lost at my wedding under the stars?

And draw out secrets from those deep sighs

cascading down their hidden, heaving hearts

Wandering down silent-movie lanes of slick memories

I came upon a red pair of perfect anger circles 

No thread passed through their loneliness 

They had painted themselves soon after they left

Their brethren; those fourteen witnesses of marriage;

Who fought, cried and begged; laughed and hugged 

played in perfect morsels of a six-month old's palm

And on insolent evenings, played jasmine string songs 

But all through the night, my black beads hummed 

Until all at once you broke that thread that bound us 

My full breasts could bear no more, blue-black hues

I walk around now, with emptiness clasping my neck 

Fairies

Love came laughing at the stars,

drunk on those tumbling stairs
Sucking life from flower tips
Seeking nectar droplets on lips
And I said to her, is this true
That he was with you here too?
And that naughty, nicotine night-laden
Lad smiled as though she were a maiden
I lit a lamp then in the silent full sky
And went on my way to watch fairies fly

Ganga' s Lover

Ganga flows as though she were time

Rushing to meet her lover for the era, 

He of the blue throat dancing his mirthful destruction 

But alone, at unknown bends, she crashes into blind terrains, unlit forests and unforgiving cities 

I met you on her bank, a whole life time ago

Those crickets like gentle thrusts of anklets 

Strummed season fingers on naked hormones

I spoke then of want, of need, of voids and valleys While your deep full river flood of a kiss 

Crashed and tore, bent and danced on unlit 

Corners of my soul; Where you and I, 

Were born as a singularity;And then willfully 

Flowed.

Until we meet yet again on the 

Far shores of the ocean of dissolution,

The Ganga flows as though she were time 

Ganga' s Lover

Ganga flows like it had a purpose, like it were time

Waiting to meet her lover for the era, he of the blue throat

But alone, at unknown bends, she crashes into blind terrains, unlit forests and unforgiving cities 

I meet you too at times on her banks like I had a purpose

As if I were time waiting to meet you those space-time curves, black holes of singularity, where you and I too

Exist as nothing 

And then I wait, like she does

Until I meet the ocean of dissolution 

After the flood

You stood there blowing clouds of could-have-beens into that night

While I tried to weave us a ladder to the stars and back

That night when the sky thundered her angst

But blessed us with white puffs of cotton dreams

You hugged me then into life and I stood in awe

Of  sprouts clambering up to joy, after the flood 

Harlot

Butterfly wishes rise up to the skies

A naked dream floats, soars and flies 

But alas, sweet harlot, don't you see?

Colored wings don't make for flight

Heaven, like reality, pours pessimistic rain

And wet dreams last no longer than a night