Death by Thunder on Such a Night

 

I planned it a long ago

To make a voyage with Death

Into a deep blue sea

To give away my breath;

And to brave the dreadful uncertainty,

With a farewell to life and its labyrinth:

May be in the twilight

With the splashes of melting gold

Into the relentless blue,

Ushering in a moon blanched night,

With a derailed drizzle in a dreamy light.

 

But on such a night

With all the shadowed dreams

Floating like a bunch of foamy clouds;

With all those unfinished jobs

Dwindling into the droplets of moon shrouds;

With all those meaningless promises

Hiding in the flow of enchanting jasmine;

With all those maddening night bloomers,

Glowing like fireflies in a starry shine-

Too beautiful to be real in a floating light,

With a nightingale and an aura of taking a flight…

 

But on such a night

After waking up from a beautiful dream

With an intense feeling for one more ride

Into the flow of an eternal stream;

With the blissful drops of a monsoon rain

After a long lingering summer pain,

I feel like walking alone,

Along a river in the rain,

With all my melting memories

Streaming down from the valley of my heart

Into the rivulets of a singing cloudburst…

 

On such a night

The ocean seems to be too far.

The relentless blue

Can be forgotten too

Like many other things for an unreal future.

On such a night

I feel like taking the short surreal sleep

To wake up to eternity.

Just a fraction of a second…

And the night looks so fairer to surrender.

Just a random bohemian thunder…a death by thunder.

 

©Atique R.

One More Reborn

 

Under the new Moon,

As I was flying high

Above the Mediterranean,

I happened to meet

An accident       

With a mountain

Of shrouding clouds

From heaven.

 

I lost the track

In the enchanting trail

Of a familiar smell

That I was mad at, once

A thousand years back.

 

No more blood;

No more sensation

In the radiation of warm flesh

I want now yet another reborn…

 

©Atique R.

Dead Enough

 

I had a dream

With the mirage

Of a dark red ocean

Confined in

A many-layered den.

 

And with colors;

In so many shades

And variations,

Splashing in

Like a stream

With a bunch of frozen sighs.

 

Then I woke up

With the cold touch of

A cloud passing by;

As I was looking

Down from the sky

At my blood stained body,

Lying immobile in a relentless blue:

Dead enough to see

What the dream could signify.   

 

©Atique R.

Parisian Perfume

 

The half-eaten Moon

Was crawling past the night

When I met my dandelion girl

Walking along the forbidden street

With the flickering shadows

In the shimmering light.

 

And it was blood all around

Spreading the smell of Parisian perfume.

Amidst the drizzle and a muffled sound

I found my smeared body

Lying prostrate on the blood-soaked ground.

 

Then my eyes full of red flung open.

 

© Atique R.

A Dandelion Girl

 

My derailed dream

Was gliding past

The autumn blast

Over a pink-flowing stream.

 

Then the wings

Of chameleon colors

Got trapped in a whirl

And shoot the dream

Down, overlooking

A dandelion girl.

 

Now, in the piles of

My many layered vision

I keep searching that one dream

I lost my autumn in...

 

©Atique R.