Poem-uh-grenades

[eirsep]

Green ice, blue flames

A hunt without predator and prey Nothing left to chance. Not in this beguiling play. Satiated, yet craving for more of this rapture. Exploring new unknowns and yearning for the capture. He, an incorrigible tease. She, more than a match albeit not easy to please. Her very silhouette forces him to surrender. His reckless abandon makes for the perfect blender In every motion, effortlessly switching roles. Speaking a language privy only to two souls. Etching words on her outlines with his lips. Carving promises of past indulgences to be eclipsed. She is a storm, not to be contained. Thrives in his embraces unrestrained For this divine chaos, time stands still. He becomes a believer, dissolves in this deep thrill. A rhythm in motion and a spectacle in progress Inking each other's skins to immortalize this congress. All the senses impatient to be enticed. Witness the blue flames that dance on the green ice sashank nistala

[eirsep]

Abandoned

A transient bias younger than my sentiment. Alas, it usurped me and drove them away. No intoxication potent enough to shield me, from the cold undulating embrace of a piercing certainty. They are but human, only a sole mistake would leave a lasting mark in their memory. Rue lending an ear to my lofty acuity. Holding this superficiality culpable shed light on my decadence. Acquiesced in this desolation, withdrawal was my penance. The cards tumbled out of my hand. Falling face up and leaving me at your mercy. The opportunity bid adieu and vacated with a shred of my soul. The heart succumbed to this melancholy, ensconced itself within the crevices. It was like time, surging forth, never looking back. Had the rhyme, I penned been good. Had my tears been a flood. It would have matched my heavy heart on the scales. sashank nistala

[eirsep]

Half-Light

Sinking into salty blues, as I dare not blink. Your burning. Your glory. Your swansong. Ensconced within dark clouds, threatening to rob me of the memorable. Why aren’t I a cloud? A compact bubble in a shade of grey, destined to light up, by merely witnessing your gaze falling on me? You are that blood sun, calling it a day. This onslaught of darkness never left me wanting more, Until I beheld your majestic descent into this vast ocean. Waters cherishing every hue they bear, every beam they refract. Why can’t I just soak it in? Why do I concern myself with its transience? Making way for every other celestial’s moment in the spotlight. At least they let me look on without blinding me with illumination. but why twinkle, when you can dazzle bright? Why split the bounty, when you can claim stake over all the skies? Who else can make a sunflower’s head turn? Are the avians curious to seek you out? Would they keep flying westward to make sure you never set? Nightfall has its own charm, but I would only a revere a distant ball of luminescence. sashank nistala

[eirsep]

Eulogy for a Muse

Memories burn brightest, when the pangs of regret set in. When the welcome distraction never craved your attention. Should have set aside excuses and wish I didn’t bicker. The winds never managed to make the flame flicker.

What is a lover, but another class of victim of my hypocrisy? What of you, when they serve but as an evanescence? What will wash down that bitter aftertaste? What wouldn’t you give to repeat over, as a wiser man?

Remember how you antagonized yourself out of their good faiths. An unforgiving and relentless resolve to prod and pry. If only memories were confitures, you would gladly give yourself a bad stomach ache.

Does it really demand such an episode to search your soul, For the one tainted thought that outweighed the benign ones? Is it all in vain? Is it only further more out of your reach? Will the past only haunt you as fleeting phantasms?

sashank nistala

[eirsep]

A Fugitive of Truth

False appraisals - it’s a critique of my life. Dwelling in a realm of fantasy, holding back strife after strife. Prodding along smoother paths, easier as always it was, But now beckoning for an expose, are all those underlying flaws.

A commendable effort was always the last resort. Excuses and alibis never failed to be sought. But now I’m dizzy in search of words to soothe ‘Cause its time to accept it – I’m a fugitive of truth

Connections to the past all severed. Memories of all wrongdoings reluctantly ushered. But the inner raging fires still prevail, Many more mountains to climb… many more oceans to sail...

Everything budged aside and considering new ways. Confronting dilemmas face to face, A man looking for a fresh start still in his youth ‘cause its time to accept it I’m a fugitive of truth.

sashank nistala

[eirsep]

Temeritous

The onrushing droplet

cushioned by the green leaf.

Fall broken, momentum absorbed

New found leeway to navigate the yellow freckles.

Gliding carefree on verdant terrains.

Knowing it can hang on to the nib.

The light bears witness

to this inconsequential mischief.

With a feigned calmness, it carries itself.

Now the bead has seen  the cascade.

It clings on to the leaf,

for its precious identity,

Wishing it were stationary.

Wishing it were dew.

And all of a sudden,

its venture seemed moot.

Is it a higher calling?

Is it destiny?

Its either vapour or stream.

Not long to decide.

Can’t dangle forever.

A moment set aside to reminisce

over its journey as a teardrop.

Thanks the leaf.

Takes the plunge.

sashank nistala