He is an Aerospace Engineer by profession and writing poetry is my passion. I am a native of Hyderabad but work for an Engineering simulation company in Pune.


Hope

We light the candles of hope
under the peepal tree
Will the wind behave
And not flicker them?

Caged in our eyes and hearts
Is the full moon;
Does it stop escaping
often into smoke ?

Dry leaves should describe us well
As trampled as them we are ;
Breaking often into shreds
Disconnected and burning out in hope.

Trodden

Silence surrounds
As if a promise was found, vacuous;
We sit around the dinner table
Together for one (last) time.

We expect the paths to cross again
pray that it should happen
but not too soon.

The smiles of inevitability
cast a spell across, and we
Break off into stories
reminiscing the trodden path.

Curtain

I would interlace the stories
And form a curtain;
And hiding behind that
I would laugh at you;
At your ability to see through.

The stories would be molded
With your wild imagination
that paints beautiful flowers
shrouding me.

Under the wild flowery bed
I hide,talking and laughing,to my echo
While more frescoes are created
On the now wall-like curtain.

Figurines

He chiseled our souls
into graceful figurines.

Some days
He concentrated on that danseuse
Trying hard to capture the moments.
Some times he just sat brooding.

He gave a final look that day
And with a sigh he left.
Later, we heard people whispering
(different people each day)
about a bloody battle
beyond the river.

It was moving
but how would we react.
We waited for him
to chisel some new poses.

One day
there was galloping of horses.
Before the sun went down
We lost our nose rings and the grace.

As the dusk fell
There was much clanking near the river
Swords were cleaned up
in the darkness.

Slowly, weeds grew out of us.
And the river flowed
Carrying itself.

Apartment

Different rooms and different lights
In an empty apartment;

Different stories, in each room
All packed and tested
before they enter other(s') light.

Dark rooms are special
The noise is also muffled
there are no faint lights even
(to see the shadows on the walls)

When inquired, you shrug
But the anxiety of a key holder
Shows up in your eyes.
In the other rooms
In different lights.