Last night, as I lay sleepless
in the summer dark
with window open to invite a breeze,
softly a firefly flew in
and circled round the room
twinkling at me from the floor or wall
or ceiling, never long in one place,
but lighting up little spaces…
a friendly presence, dispelling
the settled gloom of an unhappy day.
And after it had gone, I left
the window open, just in case
it should return.
…………………………………………………… Ruskin Bond
Just sharing something beautiful
years later
where the gulmohar bloomed
an upcoming mall
Copyright (c) by Paresh Tiwari 2013
paper cuts
on her finger – love bites
of lamplit nights
Copyright (c) by Paresh Tiwari 2013
Lamplit Night – Courtesy http://www.weheartit.com
Chaos – courtesy Google Images
this is as much to you…
as it is to myself,
have not been where it all
started.
An apology for being lost
an attempt to start again,
hope you all will be here as I re-begin
with a sliver of moon
the scent of her absence
and a spoonful of pain.
courtesy google images
ancient mausoleum -
a butterfly flutters over
the latest graffiti
mountain trail -
the sun a ripe orange
ready to be plucked
run-down wall -
my son paints a rainbow
with crayon stumps
winter morning -
pregnant with the promise
of first rain
morning smells from kitchen
coffee and her fresh washed hair -
a heady cocktail
That day you packed up
all the arguments and quarrels,
folding them neatly
along the crisp creases of guilt,
you stuffed them in a suitcase
and left…
leaving behind rows and rows
of empty hangers,
on which I drape the limp silence
that I peel off my body each night.
the television set
in bedroom has grown louder
since you left
you left last spring -
the weed of loneliness
grows all over now.
Copyright (c) 2012 by Paresh Tiwari
