The Pink Notebook

I was at Crossword the other day, window-shopping with my Mom. We were bored of sitting at home and Crossword was pretty much the only place where my Mom and I could both enjoy a good hour or two of staring at things we have no intention of buying. I had a quick glance through the latest titles, completely ignoring the Non-Fiction and Chetan Bhagat sections and made my way deeper into the store. By and by I reached the stationery section.

Crimson Streak

How can I be happy when

Each thought I have is brushed away
By the flitting of a gentle nymph?

Homecoming

It's been a long and painful week
Denying her both calm and sleep,
Yet as she spies the setting sun
A hopeful smile begins to peep;
Because she's going home.

Nocturne

Darkness.
And in that darkness, silence.
The silence of a thousand souls
Resting low their weary heads;
The silence of a million stars
Burning bright with thoughts unsaid;
The silence pressing on my ears
Calming down my restless brain;
The silence spreading through my soul
Brushing away both joy and pain.

The Artist

The doors to the double storey mansion slammed open, flooding the courtyard with a warm glow. A tall, lean silhouette emerged from inside. A large sack was slung over his left shoulder and he carried a shovel in his arms. A loud rumble from above made him glance skyward. Dark, heavy clouds were filling the moonless sky.

Chitter

Cockroaches.
Scuttling along the floor,
Up the wall and down again,
Six legged monstrosities,
Flying in our faces, eating all our trash.

Trickle

Trickle little drop of rain

Dancing on my window pane,

      Trickle slowly down the glass
      Till at last the sill you pass,
Trickle down the wall below
Conceived of sky of indigo,
      Trickle down into the earth
      Quench its thirst and promise birth.

Letters

The pale rays of the harvest moon fall upon the fluttering curtains of the open balcony on the second floor of the massive Victorian mansion. Her flowing white dress reflects them, making her glow like a pale beacon in the dark room in which she sits. Her poise has not faded since she first assumed her pose, almost 12 hours ago. The clouds in the sky have gone on their way, but her bright blue eyes have not stopped staring at the space in the heavens, they once called their own.  A lone raven is perched on the parapet, screaming his laments, piercing the shroud of mournful silence that envelops the house.

Beautiful

Why do I think you’re beautiful?

It’s not your silky, satin dresses,

Or your curly curtain tresses,

Or the glow that gently blesses

Whichever path you tread.

Echo

The stars, cloaked in midnight blue,
Twinkle merrily without a care;
But as I close my eyes to sleep,
I'm haunted by an echo's glare.

The Writer

He sat, hunched, over the blank sheet of paper, a pen poised over it. He had been sitting there for hours but, no great stroke of inspiration came to him. One could see his mind working desperately through his unfocussed eyes. Yet it only drew blanks.

Nymph

I sit alone on rocky shores
Watching the tides rise and fall;
Alone I sit in endless wait
For he who owns my heart, my all.

Reminiscence

Erato, Erato, where didst thou go?
My heart sings too softly without thee.
Erato, Erato come back and say,
Say once again how you love me.

Succubus

They walked together,
Hand in hand, in
The shadow of the moon;
His heart beat ever
Faster as she
Kissed him all too soon.

The Descent

He was a man,
Like any other;
Somebody's beloved,
Somebody's brother.

Queen of Ice

She strode within her castle walls,
Alone, the Queen of Ice;
For she needed none to hold her high,
To melt her in a trice.

Exotic Harvest

Farmer Freude was worried. He had seen some crazy stuff in his life, especially after he had an internet connection forced on him by his nephew, but this beat the lot. He considered calling the cops, but didn't think this to be quite within the realm of justice. The vet maybe, or perhaps the goddamn pastor.

You

The pitter patter of the rain,
The radiance of the morning sun,
The Moon that hides beneath her veil;
As on their ship of beauty sail,
I only think of You.

Haunted

I am haunted day and night,
Her laugh won't leave my mind.
Her smile wont leave my eyes,
Help me; for I can't find
Repose in my dreams.

Cursed

What have you done to me?
Cruel cruel Melpomene;
Every word that she utters,
Causes me pain.