Dry Paper

Empty words

fall for ream after ream of blank paper:

creamy, rich,hollow.

She, with baggage,

(those selective wounds

of no consequence)

chooses to breathe

day after day,

in busy days

and in forgotten dreams

of tired nights;

And 

He, 

with words,

as vacant as 

his eyes,

all sparkle stolen,

angry, repulsed

seductive,

conjoin in moments 

of inky wetness

like tears 

that soften 

with abrasive salt

the dry cheek

of a lonely mother

© Geetakshi Arora

September 25, 2014

Sparkling Waters

Like the waves that cocoon 

the empty wind,

protecting it against the falling snow,

the same wind,

which gives up its warmth

for shivering blades of grass,

I will catch your tears before

they fall to the ground,

soothing the burning trail

with cool kisses

and some laughs

over hot cups of tea:

my soul breathing in eternity

through those child-like, uncontrolled 

laughs

© Geetakshi Arora

August 5, 2014

The Heart's Home

The scent of green apples

screams like wind in a child's ears,

who runs through the storm,

Awe-struck, unafraid.

Whispers of the river

echo in the night,

resplendent with a million stars and more;

Far-away in the pine-struck forest,

crickets continue with their eternal racket;

Dew continues to fall

and the grass trembles

with cold and pleasure,

Indistinguishable,

its distinctive green

brightened by the occasional light;

A soft sob erupts from somewhere deep,

and threatens to break the peace

of the night;

But it is only another nightmare:

The night moves on

to its next demise.

© Geetakshi Arora

July 13, 2014

Burnished Snow

Misty waves flow with

dizzying accuracy,

laughing at feeble human attempts

at configuring,

and re-membering;

Crystals of startling brilliance

glare unflinchingly at pained

and dimmed eyes;

Manipulating hands

lie cold,

bitten with blue shards:

Turning purple and red hues

to its eternal shade of solid ice

© Geetakshi Arora

June 10, 2014

Dreaming of You

Dreaming of You

Like the dream I never had,

you seep into the mind,

like that thought hovering

just beyond.

 A little further,

like a startled butterfly,

you fly away, your name

echoing in the vastness of 

nothingness,

that eternal yearning which seems 

to be almost fated

in its seasonal rhythms;

Like the rain that sends a scent

you leave me peaceful,

sometimes

(When it's not important);

I dream of you 

    in the spaces of my sometimes.

© Geetakshi Arora

May 25, 2014