Pastoral

Dark green arrows pierce each drop 

Of glistening snow that remains still,

Suspended over dark brown branches

Prickly and barren;

Each bud awaits

The poet's soft breath

To tickle it into being;

A shining, glorious day awaits

And bends those top-heavy branches

It will be beautiful

What could she have thought

When she scraped the bark, brown and deep,

Engraved with names of ancient lovers,

Witness to her 'crime'?

The suspended drops finally fell,

Disturbed from their rest

Of systematic natural slaughter,

They glistened on her face,

Lighting it,

Revealing the unshed glory of her terror;

she tasted them:

They tasted of joy,

And of goodbye,

Mingling with her blood again–

given for what she used to call love;

A crumpled scarf and a tattered body

now rejoin the melting snow,

Dying it scarlet

© Geetakshi Arora

March 25, 2014

Layered Stones

Trapping eddies laugh to themselves

when meaningful trifles get lost to infinity;

A vast expanse of disguised monotony

trips on itself

in its race to gaze with solemnity.

A small tear engulfs

this world with its deformed pain:

A blinking light darkens to reveal itself,

flashing dreams in monochrome 

darkness;

And a heart breaks

with an indifferent empathy

and a cracked whisper:

Silent, unmourned, insatiable.

©Geetakshi Arora

March 11, 2014

Patterns

Crystalline waves gaze wistfully

At fluid laughter floating through

glasses bubbling orange and red,

Reflected sunlight seems to be reflective tonight;

Solemn rays of the last light

Seem to be profound

It is an exercise wasted on some,

And some laugh drily,

Acknowledging kinship;

Billions of light years away,

Something gazes back

Unknown,

As unfulfilled,

Fragile as a dream;

Beautiful as a star from afar.

© Geetakshi Arora

March 3, 2014