Aareet Mahadevan

Twenty four hours later, Deeply involved in an omlette, I heard my fork clink impatiently, against the ceramic.

She walks silently past, Unseeing, unthinking Her every muscle screaming in agony Her brain – a weight in her head Stars above her, twinkle softly, Unseeing, unthinking Shine down upon the earth, Shine on infinitely Lights streak by, cars racing, Unseeing,

She stood there, just stood.

Walking across the corner of the stony facade, My life flashed by me, The wind blowing hard.

The first time I saw you I knew I was in love.

Snow fell softly, pondering it’s existence, as it rode the wind down a starry night sky.

Away it sweeps, a vengeance, dragging its drab dismay close, soundless, silent in anger, ice cold burn.

Another year has passed, and Man has forgotten, the mistakes of his past, his thoughts and deeds,rotten.

I heard the wind, Whispering, Slithering through the crummy window, Panes I heard the rain, Beating, Bathing the roughly thatched, Roof.

Impassive waves, shelled shore,my boat has no horizon sail with me tonight?

Laugh!

Walk away, down that line, walk away, one last time.

She walked away, She walked the line, She walked away That one last time.

Talk to me, Sing with me, Loud,strong,proud,tall.

Wispy eyes of wonder, a tad intelligent, true, The acorn falls to ground The birds,alarmed,flew.

We dream of paradise, the world we repent, We dream of no discontent.

The wise nods,the friendly shakes, a smile that lifts the heart; the wily tales of humour and woe,a fish’s elemental art; The friendly hand, compassionate, a style that lifts the brow; Of wanderlust and angel dust,a pleasure filled throe; The cool brown e…

Gazing about I chanced To throw a wayward glance, Upon a view, sublime, The Ocean.

Silky,smooth undulated, Velvet, Dark as the Night Of the Unborn Moon.

Housing royalty, Bequeathed to heir, Standing,Magnificent, A lion’s lair.

The raging fire blazed, Tears rolled down her silent face.

Tall and slender, Colourful,sleek The dark defender Brightness bleak.

Raindrops covering the bowing trees, the sun’s out, a rainbow to be, A bird’s wings flutter, the raindrops mutter, What wonderful rain to see.

I love Sundays, I really do, When I run and play, and blow bubbles too.

Once upon a time, Spent long ago, There was an evil warlord who had many a foe. the day was blazing hot, The good lord held his lance, To fend off any that, may attack him perchance.

As the great ball of fire Crawled under the horizon, Emitting Light to unknown region, The Purple,merged with, The Pink-Blue complexion, Of the Undaunted shield of earth The blackness engulfed the world.