Poems of Love

The poems of love
dawning from my eyes
and adorned by your lips
as kisses craft verses
of tender desires
inscribed by the warmth
of your balmy breaths
all over my body
to be read in silence
only by sheer touch
in absolute darkness
feeling the words like braille
smudging the amorous ink
with your clammy hands
on my damp skin.

– Chhaya

Threads of Hope

Amidst the coarse yarn of
extreme despondency
tangled incoherently
around the strands of life
I have still saved some
silken threads of hope
bundled in a patch of faith
to weave my breaths again
when in shreds
due to lashes of time.

– Chhaya






The Knock

The stray sounds of
my name on your lips
still knock at my door sometimes
gently, but with a little husk
and yet shaking the walls
of my relinquished memories
making brittle chronicles fall off
the brown ligneous shelves
placed in some forbidden corner
of my rustic vapid heart
turning them into sharp pieces
of broken dreams and hopes
which pierce deep inside
to dredge up the wounds of past
only to remind me
how delusive is my urge
to rush and open the door.

– Chhaya







Of Love and the Rains

The rains once again
are here to remind
how fervently I loved you
with every bit of my might
falling from the vertex
of boundless soars
touching upon the depths
unbridled and unfathomed
sometimes like a drizzle
soothing and divine
and sometimes like a deluge
ravaging and unconfined
from silent and serene
to loud as a roar
from quiet and calm
to intense like a clamor
I fell on the trees
on the glass and the stones
on the earth and concrete
into the sea and the shores
sometimes I seeped in
through the pores of your skin
and sometimes I slipped
down your edges, slants and slopes.

– Chhaya


The night stumbles upon
the tint of amber
and dreams fall out
of my clammy hands
leaving bare desires
shattered on the floor
as I lie on the edge
of my empty bed

the stars are gone
and so are you
but I live with this hope
to hold on to
that I will meet you soon
and will hold you tight
when our dreams cross again
on some slumberous night.

– Chhaya



In this
mean world
no I won’t
cover up
the dents of
thrashes of time
that adorn my life
for I am the moon
deeply in love
with its craters.

– Chhaya













Moon’s Envy

The fragments of you
still left in me
is what makes me glow
in the darkest of nights

like silvery beam, I am
without the sky to hold on to
but the envy of moon, I am

an assemblage of stars
I may not have to boast about
but a proud ensemble of you, I am.

– Chhaya

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