Mahesh Balasubramanian
By
Tejasvi Saxena
A Pedestrian’s Walk
“The pedestrian walks
Slowly, and friskly towards his destination
Beads of perspiration trickling down the head…
Yet he walks,
Trudges under the beating Sun
Gazing vehicles with lustreless eyes
&
Watches the folks
Calming their frayed nerves in airy cars
He reaches with a chuckle,
A rhetorical one
To think of those who smirk at him…
A smirk to outdo their guilt laced conscience
While speeding their cars…”
Landscape Of Purple Dreams
“I often find myself on a land
A landscape of purple dreams
In trance of my subliminal commonality
Swooned on frailty of mortal being
I gaze beyond the improbables
That smile through beams of crescent moon
Or shaft of a bleak, dark sun
On ageless grounds of dreamer’s whim
Her swift and mild gaze
That falls as a drop of sweet adumbra
On withered flower of my pruned soul
Plucked from a nude branch of thoughts
Celestial songs she hums
As her lips tremble and quiver
On reciting soliloquy of labyrinthine lanes
The lanes that hold a choked memory;
A reminiscence of purple dreams
Glazed in amethystine mist are they;
In boxes of forgotten reveries
I sniff the gracious essence of her immortality
That often hides and lingers behind
In rugged fabrics of my inconsequential life.”
"rugged fabrics of my inconsequential life" - sublime =:-)