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Love Some More

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Time Talks

The china cup sits on the table
Pedicured toes peep out
Of the matt gold bordered
Burnt red six yards of his favorite

Occasionally the toes wriggle
Go back and forth
Revealing the flawless white skin
The green veins almost seen through

Through the glass top of the table
The crossed legs at the knees
The polished seesham frame
Of the table accentuating the angle

The stillness of the solid wood
Framing a picture of many a moon 
The saree fluttered with the airflow
Of the table fan placed a lil away

The tinge of sunlight from the window
Refracting through the glass
Making the amber glow of the silk below
While the fragile feet swings in and out

The gap in the curtains also
Keeps changing with the swinging fan
The light keeps playing hide n seek
The eyes keep dodging the rays

The eyelids bat furiously to combat
The light that pierce the pupils
The teeth bite the corner of lips
To express the love of teasing

The finger daintly circles the cup rim
Swiftly as the hand of seconds
Going mechanically round the
Dial of a time-marker

The coffee that was steaming
Quite a few hours ago
Sat there for her still waiting
Wishing for the gale to settle

Sun was out outside the window
Nature's blizzard had passed quite soon
But there was still the winds of fury
Blowing in the grey corridors on her mind

Her life pinned on the wall behind
Plans & subsitutes always side by side
Till she took to believing promises
Till she finally looked away that day







The round stain of the coffee cup
Remains valiantly embossed
On the glass table top
Testifying the time that went by

Undaunted witness of the burning amber
Enveloped inside the favorite six yards
The storm outside & the one inside
Fury that flew & the one held back

The chapters of a day when the cup
Sat here for hours with her finger
Circling its rim again and again
Before leaving behind a part of her smudged & soiled......


2 comments:

Haresh Purswani said...

I am convinced that time talks, certainly the way ur subtle and pure words fills the emptiness time throws to this shallow world! I guess time should be obliged to have such a great learner of life by her side... !!! Another great one, fabulous....

Andy the biker said...

Shundor... reminds me of P B Shelley..