Liquefied Frost

In those misty mornings

Flavoured with bleakness

Embalmed in disappointed feelings,

When coldness thaws in the middle of the night

For only a brief moment, tautly stretched:

I’ll meet you in that moment before sleep

I'll meet you where

Home is a place of absences

And numbness:

Let us find cancerous cures

In an anonymous, anesthetic love 

©Geetakshi Arora

November 29, 2013

Washed Away

Soft hands embed names

on pliant golden sand

Making nonsense patterns 

Too precious to be named;

Transient, to be washed away 

with the next weak wave

that leaves in its wake

a silent rush of deep brown mud:

Tear-stained and cracked. 

Repititive patterns

similarly mould 

a willing force,

defensive against itself;

Too selfish to be safe;

A quiet echo of painless surrender

Destroys all castles built out of purple reflections 

on the surface of some

silent, glassy lake

©Geetakshi Arora

November 9, 2013

Sediments

Those unmixed colours try to mingle

in the wavy sea of salty tears:

A deep, deep blue;

Like the silences you occupy

That mix with unspoken words,

Unspoken, not unheard.

The dark intent in your eyes

Resounds like a ripple

Somewhere in that forgotten within;

A pink-purple twilight laughingly

Strikes the orange canvas of the weak, winter sunlight;

There it is- that blank, silent night.

A thick grey haze erases,

rewrites a story,

replacing this lie with another

etched with glistening drops of red pain:

Everything is fine.

©Geetakshi Arora

November 8, 2013