Inexplicable

For you,
I've saved a song.

The song,I roll  around my tongue,
Like the beads of my rosary,
Through my fingers,I roll,
Like the mirth ridden stars,
Rolling on the sky,
A floor,stained and inky.

For you,
I've saved, ... a song,
Beautifully crafted ,
Simple and staid,
Unheard and unsung,
 A timeless, virgin song.....
Chandni.

Burden of the Wait

If only you would come,
To string the broken chords
Of a heart,dripping blood!

If only you would come,
Like the homeward bound birds
Singing to the dusky sky,their even song!

If only you would come,
Sailing across the shimmering waters, 
Gleaming, like  gold of the retreating sun.

If only you'd come
Riding the waves and tides, 
To melt the frozen moments,
Caressed by your touch warm!

You'll come,
Whisper the budding flowers,
They flower before the winter's done!

You're coming,,
Your footsteps resonate,
In the blood ,in my veins pulsating,
Throbbing, rushing and screaming.

(My dreams keep me awake,  
My wishes, not mere desires,
I long for them to be carved ,
Intricately, in all my prayers!)
                                    Chandni.

Bubble Wrap

"See that bubble there? I made that." I said proudly, turning  in his arms.He kissed my nose and taking my hand he guided my finger to it.I shrieked,"No, don't make me burst it!" "Just feel the surface . Isn't it smooth and silky? This is the kind of life I've planned for us!"I looked into his eyes, kissed him deep before resting my head on his throbbing chest.I could feel bubbles of laughter rising in me.My joy was bubbling over.He had no intention of bursting my bubble!

Touch of Love

She heard the thunder and her unseeing eyes lit up.She ran out under the open sky.She breathed deep, the fragrance of the moist air.Her lips quivered in anticipation, curving into a beatific smile.She threw her arms wide open, as if inviting the rain to tumble into her waiting arms and to kiss her upturned face.How could the rain god resist such an angelic demeanour? He poured and the rain fell....for her, drenching her, to her soul.She shivered but her heart danced, at the passionate touch of the fingers of her beloved. 
                                                                                                                                                      Chandni

Lost

Where is God?
He's not in His abode.

Is He hiding His face,
For making the human race?

He gave them the freedom to reason, 
They bound Him in religion. 

He gave them strength to protect, 
They emulate Him,each one a prophet. 

He created hatred,His love,they by passed,
He preached Faith,that didn't believe in trust. 

He draws blood from the well of intolerance, 
A stroke of pen or pencil,his cause of violence.

He dares to boast of being the saviour, 
Of the One who is his unseen Protector.

What was the blunder He had committed? 
He hadn't created hearts so constricted!

It was His home,unwalled and unclosed,
Where mercy rained and grace poured. 

But now walls have been built,
And for Him,doors sealed.

He wanders,weary and tired, 
Rendered homeless,by children He'd sired.

We look for light where all glooms reside,
And seek Angels,where our demons hide.
                                                   Chandni
             

The Perfect Murder

Her husband was plotting her murder and she needed help to escape the house.His chivalry made him help her escape to safety.Next day he was arrested for the murder of her husband.His finger prints were all over the place and the murder weapon was found on him.He remembered how he had taken the revolver from her gloved hands and reassured her that it'd never be used against her!
  "She was beautiful and had feline grace and as is known of a cat,she'd covered her tracks well!",muses he,now in his prison cell.
                                                Chandni