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Pallavi Khera Poem
Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he did scowl, as I put forth
The ways I cared and loved indeed
You'd kiss my wounds - control, condole
Then skew them deeper, slaying my soul.
In far east, you, so bright yet blank
Have you not seen how hard i wept?
When flowed his eyes, his tears I drank
Did you not count my nights unslept?
And blind, was I, to your disguise
Gaze up, My Love, go find your lies!
Weep not, My friend, most close-knit
For you did taste deception bitter
Dazzled like queen, down south you sit
Mere a pawn now of waning glitter
Concur I, My Love, all pretence is sweet!
Until falls the cloak, and truth does greet.
Toppled, as I, did west monarch shiver
Warned of haste; but he'd cried my name
Limits, leaped I, not a blink's quiver
For cared I not, if world did blame
In pain, My Love, at me, you mocked
Alone, My Love, left me, you debauched!
Sorrow, the sacrifice, you did witness
O! Glazing Moon! Make haste and tell
How profound is hatred, beneath this breast
Where, drenched in love, a heart did dwell
Upon you, My heart, I swear, I proclaim
Sha'n't ever bleed in eye, sha'n't ever take his name.
Lo! Behold! Last thing, I wish to confess
If I say unto you, shall I be relieved
For you know me, my heart at best
If I say unto you, shall I be believed
No matter how high may hatred soar
I own, my love shall weigh ever more!
Copyright © Pallavi Khera | Year Posted 2009
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Pallavi Khera Poem
Obscured stood I, absconding the realm of dreams
Began my search, for neither messiah nor elf
Looked through my heart, into eyes umpteen
Probed for thy mirror, in hunt for myself.
Wandered the summits, skies that kiss
Touch they couldn't this heart's flight
Delved the deeps, profoundest abyss
Satiate they couldn't, this soul's delight.
Many an eye met, met only mine eyes
Free could none, me from my cage
Many an eye saw, saw only the guise
Retaliate could none, my own image.
At length heaven's heard, what prayeth my heart
The nights that wept, my tears they wiped
From Elysium to me, my Aeneas didst depart
To drench this heart ; the rose that dried.
He maketh us one, severred He didst send
Thy heart in my bosom, mine in thy sheath
In Lachesis' leaves, was liaison blest penned
Merging in thine, my soul, paradigming complete.
In cavernous depths, a desire doth dwell
From thy chalice humble, sip nectar divine
In thy virgin embrace, the Seventh Heaven fell
Lie bacchic in thee, till death of time.
Plunged in thine orbs, doused in thy ocean
In crimson love, Draped I, add kind Eros' coal
Robed in thy hues, perfumed thy love potion
At thy feet, Sate I, at mine cosmos whole....
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Pallavi Khera Poem
It was time...
Past eventide, he crawls in.
Playing with my hair, the whistling breeze was,
Teasing me.
Like fireflies, the distant city lights grinned,
Vexing me.
Sighing in fragrant air, wisped the meek blossoms
Pestering me.
And sat I embraced, in my window
Whining.... and waiting...
For that White Goblin...!
It was time....
And he knew that I knew
He was looking at me
Sneaking through the peep-holes
Of mulberry leaves.
He knows how the poison called Patience works
Draining the last drop of life
Yet refusing to kill...
"That loathsome White Goblin..!"
Past the period of silent conversation
"Hey! Sweet Champagne..!"
He bows and greets.
I uttered not words but a gush of fire
"Expect a bitter-gourd tonight!"
His chuckles are callous, and so is he
" O! You hateful White Goblin..!"
It was time...
The tribunal was set and ready
And he who was accused, stood guiltlessly
And I, the prosecutor, alledged my charges
"Illegal are the broken vows, under the rule of Eros"
"Guilty of lurching me, you, who leave me alone"
"On the darkest of nights, you,
Who walk away without a word"
"Justify lest you are held a traitor!"
" You brazen White Goblin..!"
With his head held high, in divine aura
A faint smile kissed his lips,
Cloaking the moisture of his eyes.
Glancing at me, most humbly
He said...
"Your Highness, blame me not for lurching you.."
"For its I, who, holds your glance in mirror"
"Its I who follows you in your shadows"
"Its I who spins your thoughts"
"And its I who braids your dreams..."
"With the threads of boundless affection."
"On the darkest of nights.....
Right here, I was, behind you, Love
Holding you through, only out of sight.."
"Scared to look into your eyes
Drenched in undeserved tears."
"I envy them, for they hold your eyes
That otherwise...
Hold my image..."
"Forgive me, your Highness
My strength is flawless
But for this little weakness."
In his moist eyes
The reflection of my smile
Held the court adjourned....
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Pallavi Khera Poem
A SONNET ON LIES
Tell me the lies that can't be caught.
Becloud the truth that can't be sought.
On the road once taken, you can't untrot,
If smokescreen breaks, Let light be brought.
Let amends be made of your self-begot,
Make my day! Make my day! Let deception rot.
If you choose otherwise, don pretty white lies,
You'd soon realise, that choice wasn't wise.
Shred open your guise, I'd pierce your eyes,
Till your vanity dies and consience cries.
'Cause that that is, can't be that's not.
And you know a road taken can't be untrot.
Don't wish exoneration that can't be sought.
Tell a lie! Tell a lie! That can't be caught.
March 13, '11
3:30 a.m.
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Pallavi Khera Poem
Midnight Lament!
(Inspired by a personal experience, April 21, 2010)
Past the time he paints
The sky, midnight blue.
No room for complaints,
With summer breeze too.
While like herd of sheep,
Would they silently sleep,
I'd embrace those clouds so close.
If only were there no mosquitoes.
Cuddle, snuggle I'd in them,
Strain moonlight through astral seive,
Grab far lost ends, deftly hem,
Silk strings of time, I'd weave.
While sqeals in hunger, lonely bird;
Sips vinous grief, lone drunkard;
I'd sing to the moon in prose,
If only were there no mosquitoes.
I'd hit him hard, Weaponed Pillow!
We're since involved romantically.
Then hide inside, the friendly Willow,
Until he seeks me frantically.
While Romeos and Juliets sleep withdrawn;
I'd have him chasing me till dawn,
Paint albino him, in spring rainbows,
If only there were no mosquitoes.
Pallavi Khera
April 24, 2010
03:00 am
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Pallavi Khera Poem
Beyond the olden ingress,
Would a saga be lain.
Of love in purest,
Though met with disdain.
Of a mortal heart,
That was set afire,
When filled its veins,
A blood cold vampire.
Faces his castle, a bland sky,
Whilst he sits despondent.
Barged she into world unknown,
For her own was discontent.
Lies the realm of love,
In the back of beyond,
And between strangers to fashion,
It seeds an abstract bond.
Betwixt eyes, on the track,
You shoot a bullet to seduce.
Rainbow fills the grey,
My pen turns to Muse.
On a blind date with life, I'm set
To see every leaf and rose dried.
On gory scapes where never crawled love,
You be my vampire, I'd be your bride.
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Pallavi Khera Poem
VINEYARD ROMANCE
A quiet stroll,
Through the windy boulevard.
Hand in hand,
Into Elysian vineyard.
Sunset Vacation.
The golden ingress,
Saw the barefoot entrance.
Sole titillating pulp,
And amorous fragrance.
Exotic Elation.
Sensually creeped,
The studded grapevine,
Into blending embrace.
Defenses dying.
Subtle Seduction
Oblivious to tradition,
That falsifies to savour,
Euphoria of surrender,
To Love's corporeal flavour.
Deliberate Aberration.
Suspended beyond existence,
In our warm abyss.
Time treasured eternally,
In black night's kiss.
Eros' Celebration.
Pallavi Khera
Feb 5, 2010
1:20 am
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Pallavi Khera Poem
The Highway
Stranded along the road
That never turns
And runs endlessly
To Mundane's abode.
Stranded with baggage
Resting on top
And on the inside;
Lots of it.
Too cautious to turn
I travelled endlessly
Headed on treaded paths
Bye-passing temptation.
Too wary to trust
I walked alone
Epitome of courage
Cloaking exhaustion.
And here I am
Stranded on this highway
Gazing into the windows
Of fancy cars and trucks
Looking for you
Ready to take a chance
For once with you
Won't you come to me now?
Why don't you....
Pallavi Khera
March 18,2010
12.30 a.m.
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Pallavi Khera Poem
I see the purple sky across the ridge
Hear the hustling water beyond that bridge
With a bottle of beer, straight from the bar
I walk hand in hand with my guitar.
Took a jump from sky like an apple so witty
That could spread its wings but for law of gravity
It aint that easy honey to make a free fall
When you got nothing to hold on to, none to call
And here I sit so lone, making pink sand puff
I know I got myself and yeah that's enough.
They look and stare at me as if I'm painted black
And turn from red to green, they know what they lack
I drag along the road amid the simmering hues
Strumming on my guitar one of my Golden Blues
I need no chicken steak! I got my candy fluff
I know I got myself and yeah that's enough!
I hold bubbles of dreams in my champagne eyes
I see the light of truth through tunnel of lies
I'll take a roller coaster ride across the Milky Way
Make my rules n kick 'em all, the dolls of clay
And those who call me mean and think I'm rough
Tell them I got myself and yeah that's enough!
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Pallavi Khera Poem
It was time....
The clock stopped ticking...
Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs
And sprites.... somewhere....
Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew
He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky
Comfortably snugged
In the pillow of pink clouds
I conjoured upon him
With a gentle kiss, wrapping him
In dreams woven by my lullaby
And I whispered....
" Sweet Night! My White Goblin"
The stars that spectacled
Marvelled subconsciously
At the thing called 'Love'
And burnt and vanished
In their own envy...
He leaves last
For he knows how hard it is
To let him go
And ere my eyes could open
He kissed 'em gently
And whispered
"Goodbye! My Sweet Champagne"
And I knew then that
It was time.......
Copyright © Pallavi Khera | Year Posted 2009
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