After the spell of a dull chrysalis
Hatches out the vibrance on life
Her myriad hues weave a mystery
For the nascent petals remain confined
To the inner soul of her folded wings
The intent to evolve forever yields
A destiny of replenished spectrum in sky
For every little shade that is on display
When she flaps while concocting nectar
With her sweet breath and starlit dreams
Brushes a rainbow in the paradise.
Rishikesh
2340
20.30 hrs
15.3.26
The chirp from cosy nest,
Where a flight to skies
Is a nonchalant routine,
Stretches to a larder in vicinity
To caress the dormant grains
Those lost in a conscious slumber
Confined to transparent liberty
Restricted to a delicious platter
Only once a seed crosses threshold
Toils in the grimy core of furrows
Slithers in the fertile loam of time
Basks in open sun and free air
Then a sprout trumpets her victory
Nascent and tender but sure of life
A deft prop here and little stake there
She sure blooms to a floral grandeur
Carries a tale of skies amidst her chirp
While twining her nest intact
The lady of the house, bow to you!
Rishikesh
2338
12.05 hrs
8.3.26
The flapping flame is barely visible
Upon alighting on twigs of a bright hour
There it dangles for long enough till twilight
And smoulders to slumber in the dark nest
Then the dwindling gait on a staggering path
Seeks succour of silvery drops that echo twinkle
The blindfolded mind looks for a step to tread upon
Even as the waves stretch with their flickering tears
The sky somewhere has slipped into ocean
While I gaze at this deep and blurred unison
The vessel at horizon has soared within the cloud
While the stars have poured into the agitated waters
Groping on the dried sands afar from shore
I return to find my foot marks disolved by dawn.
Rishikesh
2337
14.2.26
12.25 hrs
Like a falling bird
Beyond the margins
Of the cracks in a broken sky
The shards prick and stab
When the day interrogates
What the night cannot reply
The mind sips from the spout
Whereas the shore denies
Even a drop to the parched mind
The beat skipped by a heart
When the dusk slips her hands
Into the grey pockets of twilight
As the night frisks an evening
With her chilled hands
Amidst the freezing dusk
What freezes inside is sheer pain
Even if it oozes out sometimes
The transparent drops camouflage
Within the layers of heedless smile
The words return from the caves
With a smothered echo
Like a seed sown outside furrow
The weed of a learned mind
The world beyond the margins
Noida
2336
21.46 hrs
28.1.26
