The Love?

It perspired through the brow.

I love her like an open orifice,
Seeping my secrets in low.
But is it too slow –
For the water to rise off the ice?

May be,
As, I have an open heart
That she can read;
And like a naïve art
I do bleed,

In and out
Every day.

It perspires through my brow.

© rakesh k pandey
(13.4.2013)

My Valentine

I had but with a charred heart
And a broken neuron;
Collected the shells, you had left long ago.
I hadn’t cared either;

As you had gone, leaving
Behind a cyclorama to live with.
Your Springs had died and
I had buried, miles deeper;

Thought, time will ebb soon.

But, winter had arrived yet again
Like that Gypsy,
Who had bargained to me-
My Love.

I have been weeping,
And weeping and weeping…

But, Apricots are now dried;
And
I will have to, but with a nervous hand
And a fearful soul;
Peel off the layer, before she arrives
This Valentine.

(14.02.2013)
© rakesh pandey