DEAR SLEEP

Sleep, you cheat!
You coward, you thief.
Quietly upbeat, as my weary nerves retreat-
Creeping from within of me.

Filling visions; requiring provisions.
Many a times, the peculiar kind.
Rattling to and fro, quite daintily though-
Offsprings of the eclipsed mind.

Trails of frost, stitched across
My cold, sullen windowpane.
While from the outside, bulky raindrops collide-
Appealing to my appalling pains.

Pain, is in a moment of truth
It’s in the time, which I realise.
That which probably was, apparently was not-
How it had been left behind.

Seeping in my sensitive skin,
But, alas! Finally in the past.
Maybe there’s more, to gloomy downpours-
Than the grey, ruthless rains.

-K.G.

THE CALL FOR AN ANSWER

Tell me you’re a palette;
Where colours of choice, socialise.
Tell me you’re the brightest star,
An element of paradise.

Tell me that you did exist,
Like a day of the past.
That which again will never be;
For it long ago, ceased to last.

Tell me what I do not believe-
That thing you’re not sure about.
Costing me so many nights,
In despair and in doubt.

Rise to power and boldly shine,
Find the merriest home.
Only, if I call for an answer,
Promise me, you won’t.

-K.G.

YOU AND I

If on an afternoon, you and I

Decide to set the drapes on fire
Cut the sagging telephone wire
Lying low on the backyard mire
We could catch the fleeting times
Meet the relatives of sunshine
And with each sound of the wind-chime
Escape into a different paradigm

If by all means, you and I
Could make some kites to fly
By letting them get as high
As beyond what gravity complies
Bound only by the slightest rope
To which we shall attach our hopes
And when it stations at the starry scope
You and I could quietly elope

-K.G.

(For PRS)