A research in love that wasn't published

On her last birthday

I gifted her atoms

I had trained to self-assemble

into molecules forming letters

of her tongue-twisting name

every time she had her

amazed gaze fixed at them.

As I watched her ,moved,

savouring a view of my love for her

I was relieved to see my sweetheart

and my equally sweet molecules

finally reaching out to each other

or atleast trying to.

But not long after she begged me

to enjoy the beauty in the

little things in life-

I asked her then to peer through

the eyepiece of my microscope

and as we settled down to

re-examine the universe

our cheeks touched and we smiled

in hope maybe now we would get to

see the world through the same pair of lenses.

But when I felt I made a discovery

I raised my head to find no one and

I was once more alone in my own epiphany.

When everything is backstage

Last month's blackout ,you knew

this darkness incubates change,

Howls rise in the moonless sky

we become the growling lions

of the concrete jungle we built

the wind sits in the empty chair

we can hear it turning blank pages

but maybe it is writing

Unshackled hands are groping

for old,battered candles and

we hope the limp wicks

will glow in passion soon

as strangers will mate

under blushing stars.

Rusty hinges creaking,revealing

lizards dropping,cockroaches ferreting

Things grow and spread limbs

and elope to nowhere

And even though we tiptoe

who knows when we run

into the anonymous enemy

before the curtains are up

and we witness the revolution.

A proud peg's prattle

And thus the round holes
are getting their hot,round pegs
day after day after day
I sit on my high shelf
square and unchiselled
steadied by my sharp edges
too proud of them,these edges
to lose them at the grinder now
rather I shall shuffle and sharpen
myself into a weapon .
and as everyone begins acting
in their favourite movies,
romance and charity
shall always
keep this vagabond busy.