BLURRED LINES

Much missed inspiration decided to strike after a year long hiatus.

A casual conversation with a friend got both of us writing on similar lines. Here's my take.

BLURRED LINES

My God, that perfect, chiseled face

An angel under the moonshine

Breathless, speechless, I gaze at thee

Just then, your eyes meet mine

Sheer magic you and I could be,

Let's break these shackles, these fine lines,

For on tonight's surreal sky, my love,

Watch our broken stars align

As hand in hand, we walk; into

Our future of blurry lines

Knowing I'm yours, and you, mine.

~ Suvasini

6 April 2016

A TAUNTING MEMORY

The most unexpected moments become your favourite memories. 

Here's my small ode to the inspiration that revived my overflow of words, refined my thoughts and restored my sensibility.

A TAUNTING MEMORY

Caught clueless in a strange land

Wandering amidst unknown faces,

My mind froze, entranced

By the glimpse of a mystical stage

Of fine lines and curves.

As a hundred curtains of beauty rose

In unison, a silent exquisite symphony,

A drama unfolded in black and white

Masking the infinite depths of grey,

Followed by a rare streak 

Of a gleaming shooting star.

For the moment to last, I waited in vain

But what remained was its memory

Too prominent for dismissal

Yet too distant from revelry.

Irrevocably I find myself

Trapped in this web of mirage,

And as I wake up to reality

With the inevitable revelation,

In silence, I shudder,

At the sheer impossibility

Of the thought of parting ways

With a farewell.

~ Suvasini

16/10/2014