Bleeding Dusk… Poem by kunjubi varghese

It rained vermilion on the sky,

And the evening was bidding farewell.

Tell me, my beloved heaven! ,

Are you deserting your own daylight?

Your ravishing cheeks are sodden by tears.


While I am trailing your shadow

Are you fleeing away from me,

Into the wilderness, far away?

My beautiful! Whenever you are getting away

I feel you are emerging closer,

Butting into my heart, still closer..


The last scene in the final act of

The play of love, has ended, and.

The viewers have emptied their seats.

What are you seeking?

You have forgotten to sing your lines,

In the play again, as before.

Your flute also has fallen in the quagmire.

Your loving one has languished into

The utter darkness of the night,

Wallowing through tears, and

Lugging moans in the chest.


In the cremation ground of

My desolate dreams

You stand in front of the pyre,

And watch this squalid sight.