Pink

Pink.

Flour and sugar
Mixed up with fluffy whorls
Of gold truculence
Butter melting in
satiny sheen
Puffing up in the
Oven
Warm and flaky crust,
Moist heart of
Spongy goodness
With a loving flourish of
Candy pink icing flowers.

She put down the cake to cool
As she freshened her
hasty make up
Her lips glossed up
Into candyfloss petals.

The kids clustered around her
Little hungry midgets
Awash with happiness
And as Papa arrived
At the gate
Happy little voices
Trilled out a jubiliant birthday
song.

Even the pink clouds
touched by a blushing sun
Could not compete
With her flushed cheeks
Softly Warm
Dewy like roses.

God and Goddess
In their Private Eden
Partaking fruits
From heaven.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Purple

Purple

Gnarled roots shadowy
footstool
For the dark gods
of desolation
Worshipped
Ignominious
By nameless Devotees
Under purple streaked
twilight skies.

Kisses of roses upon the
mildewed ground
Mossy and heathen
Arena
Where she laid off her
Rainbow hued
Raiments hope
Hushed to acceptance.

Sacred to
Receive her idol
Her blood wept
Enchanting incantations
Offerings of surrender.

And the dark God
Melted into the
Bludgeoning darkness.
His white teeth melting into
A smile
Reminiscing this
Lost tender night.

She recovered her robes and his
Adonis smile and discarded
Shame.

Lost in the purple night
Her laugh of wild abandon
Lasted
For a while.

I'm sure many Gods
Died, in the throes of her
Wanton spell
As the faint trill of her anklets
Faded
An agony of silver mesmerizing motion
Melancholia
Through passionate purple.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Blue

Blue.

Barefoot sandy ooze
Tickle underfoot
Soft  teasing curlesques
Treacherous coy foreplay.

I'm running into you
In great exhilaration
Liberation
Expectation....

I'm running into you
Forever...
Wherever you're.
Welcoming.
Nurturing. 
Sustainable.
Love staunchest
at my side
Though sands of time
Dissipate.

In the New World dawn
Trickling in
Our earth is vacant
Emptiness filling us up
Euphoria.
Brazen.
Frozen.

On this gamine beach
Predatory silent
Expectations roll overboard
Baleful energies
Satiate themselves.

Have you seen another soul?
Neither have I
Not even the fossilized remains
Of life's existence.

But  if this world were ours
If this world were nothing real
But if this dream
was not fantastic
The meaning investing my
Life
Would it be worth the
Journey?

Where would I have been
Without you so brave?

Newsflash:
extinct like the dinosaurs
Mere 65 million years ago
To this dated day.

They died
Quick and dirty
Mankind's eternal scoop of intrigue  ...
Guessing the cause of demise

Love flash frozen
In the Ice Age
That befalls
Even dragon heart.

I am always there
Brooding
Solitary and silent
Looking up questioning
Moon drenched nights
of your non appearance.

But mysterious hypnotic
Dreams
Where waves eavesdrop
In unspoken words
Raging silent by
The shores
Serenading me with
Ship in the bottle
Messages. ..

I'm shipwrecked
Singing silver tales
Love notes wafting
Through the universe,
Myriad mermaids aerial sprites
Flicker and frolic
In rebellious Oleander oceans
Tinged with blue
Submission.

And though
I have forgotten your name
These colors I fly
Will give me away.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Brown

Brown.

Ruefully she gazed
Brown kiss curls obliterated her
neat brows
Her grave eyes steady as the  earth
Steamy before the first tremor.

In time it came to punish and pull
At her face
Looking at her own distortion
In the railway carriage window
She looked out
Into green camaraderie far away.
Her mind wandered beyond
physical reach
Strength she prayed
for
She always prayed in strange moments,
With clenched teeth and knuckles.

Today she won.

Calm she arose from calamity
Beatific despite the
Beatings belted out
By life.
Flattened under fresh fearful
apprehension
She may later be
But this was not the day.

And got off at her station
Content, bending her head
In silent vote of thanks
Confident that in her
Walk of life
She was much too practiced
To falter.

A brief whiff of fresh air
Unsettling had offset courses
Once the wind died down
Memories
Had brought her
To her doorsteps.

Finally clutching her
Purse she knelt
Spending the loose change
Despair
Splashing pent up
sorrow upon the stoop
Fat drops greedy for comfort
Her refuge from far too many
Lashings of indifference.

Perhaps for some
this is all
Prayer is
Sending unabashed tears
Into Heaven.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

My Love

My Love

Love does not languish
For love's return
Self sustaining
kindles its ashes
Again to burn

Love does not demand
Like swollen ego
Fan me with ardor's  fuel
It's life giving elixir of contentment
In bottomless wells may dwell

A simple sky, love lives under
Content to  hide under mossladen rock
Of many a careless burial without exhumation
Yet love needs no key to its possession
For it never was meant
To be kept under lock.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Ravens Poem on Which I Took Off

Ravens Poem on Which I Took Off
It became an informal collaboration

Raven: 
Rain, thunder and lightning
My mood is brightening.
Me:
Crackle Hiss Spit and roar
I'm in heaven
Or is it at my door?
Raven:
Either way delighted am I
When dark grey clouds fill the sky!
Me:
Wind water fire on earth
Heavenly storms delight my heart
Earthed to my very core
Rage of angels weep no more
Crackle thunder spit and hiss
Tear space apart what electric bliss

Raven:
Deliciously it mingles with my own energy
My spirit is set free
Without shape of form
I am a rider of the storm
Me:
So ride we will into the night
unleash our formless spirit
Like reckless sprites
For we know how to sing the crescendos of delight
Surf the crests of creation
Ride out the meaningless troughs
Till advent of bright daylight
Ride in to the storm
Yes we will
Riders of apocalyptic Will
And dance the serrated zig zag silver streak
Roil with thunders rousing peaks
Come Riders of storms and destinies
At our heels may follow calmer dawns
We ride into mistladen dark cloudy seas...

And Raven you're mistaken.  You write with passion and it kind of released mine.
Hope I'm forgiven my dear friend. :)

Caged

Do you exist?
Will you teach me show and guide me
Do you see my image O Mage
in that starry cornice of the
Cut glass crystal you're sipping on?
Did it nick your fingertips
That uneven jagged edge,
Are you equally heartsick?

Or is it true as people say
We come alone to go alone
And the one always
To love you best
Is you, yourself.

Is it not cheap to think
about
The many lifetimes we could have had
When one minute in the garden of your dreams
Would suffice me an entire life?
Who are you stranger I know you not...
Are you perhaps the shadow of my mind
Are you my thoughts let loose in the universe
Making its match with kindred minds?

Are you one many or none?
Are you the garden we forever left behind
In our innocence consuming fruit
Of design
what  shameful plot to deny
birthright.
Nothing ventured  nothing lost.
Towards divinity,  then mankind.

This idle and fruitless hope of mine
That in your kaleidoscope one day I shall shine
You will flash upon my mirrored wall
The reason for this ectopic life of mine.

This hope wastes me into hollow scoops
Like desert sands blowing in solitude
Making hills and burrows by Time
Eroded
None withstood its ravages or understood
The meaning of its fleeting caress.

I'm imagination bent crooked
I'm poetry turned lascivious
Shoulders hunched over I covet
This paltry page to become
My book of life written in
surreal scrawl
Divine O Shining
Mage

The cipher lost
Or maybe he drew lots
By my very words
I'm forever caged.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015