The centre

Lost in the jungle
Of myriad thoughts
And incomplete words...
Where i keep
Finding my centre
And keep losing it again...
Like a flickering light...
It plays games
And evades me...

They

They who had once known the fragile inner layers of your being...
Walk with hobnail boots on your unprotected open vulnerabilities....

They know the exact place on the skin...
Where daggers would easily slide in and hog the last portions of flesh left...

Broken open

Innocent love 

and just born veins 

of a tender heart...
Wasted away 

on cold empty shores 

and tangled 

in trials and errors...
Lost 

in the quick sands 

on the roads 

to perfection...

Gave away 

parts of me 

to him and him 

and them all one by one...
Now emptied, 

I wait... 

With nothing 

any more to give...
So broken 

that now I'm open... 

Just to receive...

Proximity*

The marvel of a new moment
The luxury of being in your presence, 
Well awaited
Much visualised

The moment when the wheezing traffic seems halted in time and space
The palpable unfolding of your beautiful smile from across the street
The demeanour of a love filled man

The ease of your arms around mine
The deja vu embrace
One that starts to a crescendo
A cold body warmed in an instant
A hug that doesn't want to end

The eyes that speak without abandon and reiterate love
The calmness of my fingers inside your hands
Of tenderness
The closeness of you
Mildly enveloping
Easing me
And filling me up

A proximity

Never to be forsaken again

Afterglow*

The sun
Leaves behind
It's afterglow...
Just so you know...
If one is leaving,
One is coming 
In return...

Build

Life,
Only as beautiful as
Its expression...
Build
From a twig...
The edges
Of a new heart...

Silly me*

How can you enter
Through the door…
When you are already
Home…

Etched deep inside…
The sanctum,
You never left indeed…

Why should I long
To love you with my eyes..
Or my ears…
When I can love you
Through every pore of me…

And reach you…
With that thing inside my chest
Where you reside…

Remission*

So,

I missed the full moon...

& the yellow glowing halo..

The glory of a summon..

The beauty of reciprocation.

But I don't ask for much

A bright shiny ring 

Of an eclipse

And that's all...

Battle wounds

vanish with that speckle 

of moon-dust...

Scars become seeds..

The nights become 

Breeding grounds..

One day,

A tiny little leaf surfaces

& breathes...

Relief *

You could only keep distance for so long...
Like a breath that can only be withheld for so long...

Parts of you*

I find my nest
In parts of you...

In your voice that
Reaches out
To envelop me
In an endearing balm...

In your words
Where I rest
Invulnerable...
And bask
At ease...

Don't you worry,
My beautiful Love...
Parts of you
Are enough
To fill me up
To the brim...

Love waits*

Let words remain taciturn...
Tightly held
Behind those red lips...
Where kisses stay in slumber...
And love waits enduringly
For its turn...

Orange dusk

Windows open…

Orange dusk glimmer

Fills up

The grains of my skin

The curls of my hair

Reach out to the wind

Clear gleaming eyes

Reflect the grit within

A tactile moment

Breathes into the horizon

Don't look for my heart inside my chest...
It flies in the open sky....
Not to be reached by hands again...

Abandoned love
Like spring leaves fallen
Won't ask for your wings again...

The softness of my voice deepens...
Big full eyes close
Never to be opened again...  

I wait*

Don't be silent, love...
I stand
sans support
Outside your door...
Knocking against
cold wood...
Bleeding heart...
Open wounds...
And open hands...
I wait
For your voice...
Won't you call me in?

Naked*

I don't want to be naked.
Paint me
The colour of your heart...
And adorn me
With your strength...

Longing*

Longing...
For your hands...
That don't know all of me yet...

Love soaked...
Honey mouth...
Still far away from the depths of my skin...
Infused with ardour...
Waiting to be taken in...

Doors*

My Love,
Why knock
If you would not enter?

Why remain aloof,
If you have found peace?

We,
On the other hand
My dearest love,
Are strong doors...

We won't tire
Of the justice
You pronounce...

We remain
Open
Till you come in...

Fly...

Leaving

With the whiff

Of your closeness...

Feeling your voice

Reach for my lips

And take their last kiss...

The not so home-coming kind...

The wings don't flutter for nothing

They want to fly

And they fly away...

One more

I have brought my heart
to my eyes
for you to see clearly...

what lies inside
is all open now...

every grasp of skin
melts in response
to that mirror...

you draw a heart
anywhere 
your fingers lead...
and i'll grow one more
and one more...

Hands*

I am but all hands...

Forlorn hands
Swift hands
Fragile hands
Calm hands

All come 
to reach 
you...

Doors*

Doors,
Left ajar
In the wake of a solemn visitor…

Many lapses
And they remain untouched,
Still abandoned…

Where would I be
If not by your side?

The sweetness of your mouth
Meddled with…

Your arms,
A cave...
To the wistful song
I wrote…

Rain

My hair
Catches droplets
Of dreams in the air...

The smell of you
Melts the breeze
And enters my skin...

I take you in...

Jealous!

The break of dawn;
Glimmering rays of sun..
Touch you...

My lips jealous...

How can they kiss you...
All over your face...
In just a single moment in time...

Calmness...

Watching you sleep...
Eyes closed to the noise outside...
And open to the serene fields within...
The bare chest breathing softly...
My hands encircle your silhouette...
And draw you into light...
Open the curtains a little...
And let the sun touch your curled fingers...
Smell your skin still immersed in a far off land...
Caressing the back of your ear...
Moving into serenity and just staying...

The caress

The caress

Waiting on my lips 
To reach you... 
And dance 
A little  
On your smile....

Let's

My smile
Tattooed on your lips…
Your goose-bumps
Etched on my skin…
Let’s run wild
On flower beds…
And wear our hearts
On our sleeves…
Let’s make the horizon
Reach the sun...
And take the future
For a ride…

Keepsake

The embrace of mirrors
Of an intoxicating fervor
& the softest high…


The quiver of your chest

Running all the way through me…

Taking in your skin,
Threads opening up,
To lay bare the fingers of time…

Fly...

I am letting the birds free

Letting them fly to you…

They tell me,

“Only wings 

Can do justice to the sky”

For it is open today

Arms spread out… 

And if they fell in one of your skies

No need to give a second thought to bother

There is always another sky

Beneath the layer

And another..

To ease you in its arms…

The fullness of being

Brimming over

Touch of a sun 
And lips feel 
The warmness of you  
Under the wake of my hands 
Your skin melts

A movement 
Of bitten salty sways 
Of leaves falling 
The embrace of April 
Spring comes softer 
And longer it stays

Can’t color the sea

Little moments of hell

Just swooshed by

I counted their wings

And they added up mine

They can color everything

But they can’t color the sea

Hands

Lost from sight

Emancipate the fire inside

Let the rust be purged

A numb colour

Bites into the skin

And that which holds it all together

Leaves!

Water needs nothing to flow

It won’t need your hands any more

Right past you!

Mind over matter

Or so thought the battle

Guns, scoot over

This is the very air

She takes flight in

Bother not, Slaves

Of descending waters

And unfaltering rules

She flows right past you!

Start already

Struggle

Past the insides

Of a slippery night

Longings of a new horizon

An extended moon-shine

A silver commencement

The day is set in motion

At the throes of the night!

The Squanderer

Your hands take too much

Without permission..

Every disheveled layer cries out

And your words won’t do this time…

The forsaken awakens

And lids open swiftly..

Only to shut down again

A single thrust is all it takes…

Can you take it all in?

All of the squanderer?

Or would you just slither

And make way for another?

What will suffice...

An open slit

Inconspicuous crevices

Or a door ajar

Just the notion of light

And that'll suffice...

The rhythm of your silence

A fleeting window into your world

The unspoken held softly & taken in

And caressed to a lullaby

And that'll suffice...

Step aside

I stand away

I just watch

A mute spectator

The voices in my head

Tug at my heart

I lean back even more

Don't mess with it

A miracle happens

When you stop all controls

And get yourself out of your own way

Deja vu

I have been weaving thoughts for awhile now

I will let you know when its deja vu

No hurry

When marinated, it tastes so much better,

All the flavours well infused

& the outcome

a sensory delight!

Impatience & hurry would mar the pleasure..

If you choose to find beauty in pain,

Does pain equal pleasure?

Self injury is looked down upon

Isn't all mental injury self-propagated?