Deep dark waters,
Testing the waters…
And…
No signs of a scuffle
Peacefully, I sink
I sink

choice..

Giving back love..
A little less procrastination
A little more intensity

The pearl of your smile,
My adornment it becomes…
The warmth of your arms,
My calm it becomes…

The silk on your hands,
A sweet recall…
The deeper you go,
The more skin you know…

I chose to live…
I choose to live you each day…

Sweet liar

He knows my smell,
Sweet soft liar...
Big salty eyes,
Cup my hands...
Curious hands..
You ll be good,
With or without...

Sweet or bitter...
Some roses never wither...

A rough hand on my cheek...
And I had never felt anything quite as soft...

An obscure fever dream…
Left me so dry
Left me so white

The ruse…
When it falls, it will touch you too
But can you take it, again?

A gentle whisper
And oh, no one calls your name…

Subtle strands of time pass by
Shreds of you dont touch me anymore

Faithless,
I sink so deep into you
That i dont feel you anymore

An aftertaste...

An aftertaste
The drink that leaves music behind
Ever touched a breath with your lips?
Ever lived an eternity in a sweet nothing?

black threads

We, the extremes
We will become evenings and nights
Rolled from a cacophony to a bundle of calm

Black threads
Sew my skin up
Cold fingers go alive
Blame it on the berserk winter wind
That I ever felt cold

my sky seems vintage

Fresh paint smells good,
Just transforms into an ache too soon..
The paint on my window chips away too fast,
My sky seems vintage

Rest on my shoulders (he said)
Though there isn’t peace there..
It’s in the free world where they fly
It’s in the sky,
But my sky seems vintage

come black...

Lofts filled with old toys
Get me a new one that stays new
Bite my lips twice, too hard
Let the honey turn black

All colorful to see
All tainted
Colors bleed,
Bring me a colorfast black

Leave that old dusty cloak
Leave the mask behind today
Undress the layers
Loosen up the strings
Come imperfect
Come unfettered
Come like you wish to
Come black

take it back...

Replace my blacks with your blues
I m not flying anymore anyway
Keep the wings
Keep the change
Leave me high or rather low
I m not going any sky anyway
Don’t make love
The worlds know,
That’s what they kept screaming about
And my ears all yours
The bend was best left untouched
Sacred seemingly little known secret

always was

Hopeless moth,
Flies til it falls down..
Flies till it burns down again...
The fire didnt suddenly turn violent,
It always was...

wait

A wait too long...
A breath too restless...
My love's tread is soft,
But all day i hear footsteps..

Seeping in...

Slow...
Your poison keeps filling me;
Bits and pieces of your night slither,
Before i know, its dawn...
And i wake up looking,
Not finding any trace of you...

Move over feathers,
The flight may seem effortless
But its still farflung...
Shores away,
So many tastes away...

song and corridors

Song and corridors
Salt and slow dance
A known embrace
An unknown kiss

melted lotuses

Melted lotuses
Moments that leave trails
They run from my palms
And I let them flow

Melted lotuses
Heaven sent
Meet those hands that caress
Ask no questions, no reasons
Need no alibi
Hands that spell magic
Hands that calm and soothe

Melted lotuses
Crescendos that yearn
Lips that don’t meet yet kiss
Who made you so beautiful?
Who taught you to melt lotuses?

opened up...

I unfastened the strings
I opened up the jar...
And let the wind escape
Let the bottled up warmth flow

The butterfly fluttered
Colors and wings...
It could fly
It flew…

smileys :)

The other side
The other version
A beautiful smile
Found again

Fortifications give up
‘Black’ caves in
Meaning fills up oblivion
Happy wings take to the air

Colors mend old demeanor
Waiting seems beautiful again

Deja-vu

A new old déjà vu
Like meeting long-dreaded, lost lovers
The pain too sweet, too known
The hug too procrastinated, too needed

how closer can one get

650 kms more close
Two hands more close
A breath more close
A thought more close

In your pride
I lose my celebration

In your hands
I lose my faith

Where are the Gods you spoke of?
Did they oversleep yet again?

His eyes speak of September

His eyes speak of September
His lips kiss goodbye

His feet sure
His tread berserk
He makes it so difficult
Don’t leave the sanctity yet

Numb
Different voices
A poignant note with a soaring one

His eyes speak of September
His lips kiss goodbye

...

When did we become such beggars..
When did we get so empty-handed..

Since we started relying on others for our happiness...

...

When do you feel emptier?

When you have left someone
Or when u can’t leave the one you have left…

Later...

We will keep coming back
Like lost lovers
And we will keep going away
To make you wait

On your eyes
Give you a kiss you wait for
Kisses that feel incomplete.
We can’t afford anymore touch
It’s too precious to squander
But its tucked away safe
For later use

Drive into the night
Into a frenzy
Feel the breeze touching your arms
That’s the only hug we have
To give away
All others are kept safe
For later use

Questions

Is this the edge?
If it is
You either descend
Or you take to the air

Where do u draw the line
Where does this horizon end
Have I said enough
Or have I said too much

Pain...

The unasked for
The uninvited company
Asks no permissions
Makes itself comfortable in my home

Blank...

A state where either you are too happy or too sad...but dont know which one!!

Am I
Looking for something
Oblivious
Bizarre?

The search begins,
Never ends…
I sometimes question its existence itself
No answers are satisfactory enough!
Am I chasing nothingness?
Will I ever find it?

You give me something
I want so much more
So much more than you can afford

No end...

Every morning I recover I heal
Every evening he wounds me again,
He makes me bleed again..

It doesn’t wear out, not in the slightest
There is no end to this sea..

Steadfast be the waters, so m I
Let the shores go further
There’s no end to my wings…
I ll keep on flying...

He smells of musk...

Of pensive…beautiful…almond eyes….
Animated characters…shining discs in waiting...
Las Vegas and Hong Kong…
Lights…shutters and clicks

Of Vanilla ice-cream with fruits…
Blaring music and clandestine dances…
Sad diamonds and ‘when you're good to mamma’s…
Two hands and too many a ricks…
39 boots…bit too snug to fit

Of black, white, red into green blue orange…
New belts and yellow dials…
Slug messages and elaborate calls…
Polished verbatim…vague gestures…
‘Laps’ of conversations and ‘Love’ mirrors …

Rules...

It’s hard to believe;
Though the sun shines on everyone,
There may not be sunshine in your home…

The world wasn’t made with intent!
Or was it?
Either ways,
Who made the rules?
How to live it,
How much to laugh,
And when to stop lament…

Who made the rules?
Who to love,
How,
And how much?

My lullaby...

Without words, without sounds,
My sweet lullaby...

Quiet honey colored shoulders
Cold breeze and warm hands
Nothing under the skin
Nothing under the skin

And gardens under the windows blossom
Reminiscent rains
A rainbow for each dark star
Shining geodes as souvenirs

Without words, without sounds,
My gentle lullaby...
Almond eyes sleep, they sleep...

Realisation...

A bitter sweet kiss...
The taste of your lips abandons me...
My lips surprised to have been forsaken...
A fleeting moment of realisation...

Drop....

Drop it from your hands, why are you still holding it....
its not yours….
Drop it from the rooftops,
let it fall like it wants to break apart,
let it shriek and cry out aloud
and leave behind a resonant reminder....
Drop it as fast as you can,
it wasn’t meant to be ….
Drop it sooner than last autumn,
all the heat's bottled up and corked up tight....
Drop it smooth,
let the ripples touch your feet to calm and soothe....
Drop it like a dead leaf,
leaves do fall after a certain time,
nothing new,
what have you to hold it anyway....
Drop it....
you very well will soon enough....
you know it.....
and I know it too....
drop....
drop....

Does this surprise?

Oh! A bright sun just a bit too strong n laughter around saying 'you cant fly' 'you cant' 'not you'...pre-conceived, pre-decided, negated flight…This one tired of limping, thought of flying one day, only trying and here it was...just an effort and you see the feet above the ground...a feeling of being lighter than air...the ground beneath just a picture now, not reality anymore, the real being the unseen, beyond everyone, the breeze, the wings…WINGS!! wings fly...so why the look of surprise?!

Havent begun...

A lost lover or
A new one
Those lips curled up
No more kisses to learn
Lean on your mind
Its a fatal time
Yesterdays are gone and
Todays havent begun

me...

Of black tea and wine glasses
Incomprehensible “le souvenier”s

Love half smiles through almond eyes
Geodes and precious four days
Entangled evenings and wakeful mornings

Too resolute to get immature
Too haphazard to conclude

Of birds…wings…feathers
Too restless to wait on a branch

Crazy to a happy moment
Disheveled to sorrowful ones

Gentle salty waters and dissident red rivers
Non reconcilable mind and soul