Beginnings...

Winter has begun
to whisper
again.

The air seems
to have regained
its grace.

Fans haven't been
put out yet.
Yet we clasp our sheets
tighter
as we nestle in our beds.

Soon the winter will yelp,
a silent, bone-chilling yelp.

The air will get colder,
beds warmer,
my soul darker.

Bodily warmth doesn't suffice
when the soul craves warmth;
the warmth that can make it
melt,
and can recast it in a mould
in which it once
dwelt.

~ aviD

शरद पूर्णिमा

At a certain hour
        and a certain thought
        in the night,
as I lie in my bed,
      mostly awake,


     Moon-rays come
     knocking at my window,
              boisterously,
    when the moon positions itself
     right across my window.

Perhaps to sympathise;
Perhaps to mock.


          Tonight too,
           'tis so.

   It looks at me,
     expectantly,
    as it bleeds,
    waiting for me
    to nurse it.

I wish to have no
truck with it though!

       Why, it's a gloriously bitter reminder,
            this moon, full and whole,
              of a promise unfulfilled
                      and broken
          that haunts my dark soul.



|| याताबला व्रजं सिद्धा  मयेमा  रंस्यथ क्षपा:

  यदुदिश्य व्रतमिदं चेरुरार्यार्चनं सती: ॥ (Bhagwatam.10.22.27)    


~ aviD