Whispers in Waiting

Many breathings shape
Into this lone whisper
And a nameless tomorrow
Turned into crumpling, creaking rainbow
Bleeding ambiguous serenity.
Tinted hopes and
Transparent waiting
Humming signature tunes
Submerge into foam and futility.

Dissecting helpless search
Moments glide by.
Alone I stand shackled
To the rock of silence;
Like a meteor lulled into ash and sand
pebble and pain.

I chase the visions and whispers of dawn
with trickling tears in the valleys of abyss;
Damned and blurred by illusion–  
inextricably entwined with every cherishing.

On those innumerable twilights
of our hope of oneness
where we both stood united by separation
Today towers as the bleeding memory;
Glummed and terribly naked.
The mist is all pain
over the frail body of rapture.

Breath remains
A fragrant beckoning
Of a painful parting–  
over the fringes of eternity
There you stand as
formless time and faltering
mystery.
Those cushioned moments
Fall apart upon the altar of impending farewell
Breathing ash from the incense of ecstasy.
In those corridors of fate
Search is an alabaster flicker
Stained red with intrepid predilections.

To that time, spring past
Before I was propelled into ambiguity
Myriad hopes
Pour pollens or re-union.

A moment of pinky cleavage
That gulfs the mortal yearnings
And the boundless losing of entities
Casts a canopy of communion
Only to be lost in mutual mumness.

Those moments of eternities
Come to a sad close
The instant the atoms of my being
Drop drunk in no time.

Time, a lone whisper
Sighs a dawn
The winds or farewell
Turn healing bruises into bleeding desires.

Listening to the broken music
Of the severed strings
Nights pass like disclaimed intimacies
Into that far off horizons of crimson hushings
Chirping ripples of crucified phoenix-like
Churnings
milling a million contours of silence
Into tearful partings
That traverse in a way-no-way of space.

(Transcreation of the author’s Telugu poem)