After Years...

In the sordid ashes
Of your forgotten cigarette,
I sift through
For the pieces of glass
Stained with our dreams...
Hoping to bask
In a misted memory,
When the winter sun
Passes through
That doppelganger
You left behind...
Leaving me
In your shadows...
And I wish,
That you hear
The echo of my laughter
Reverberate
Through your empty room,
After years of forgetting....

Of Desires Undone...

As you beckon me close
And blow me away
I wonder
If you hear my heart,
Like a nascent butterfly
Trapped in a jar....
The tip of your finger
Silences my goosebumps...
But you lay unaware
Of how your touch
Drips with phoenix tears...
Sealing my scars...
Healing my soul...
Your kisses
Like an untamed cascade,
Break through my fences
Leaving me uneasy....
Like a sin
Caught red-handed...
And you flow into me
Like the songs from a caravan,
Lost in the desert night....
As I drink
From the paraphernalia
Of desires, undone....

Unturned Stones...

Adrift
In the barren of wonder
Like a cloud,
That has lost sight
Of its flock
In the face
Of his Majesty's wrath....
I'm blinking away
Moments,
In the fruitless wait
Of a standstill....
But who's had the might
Through the slipping sand,
To preside
Over the turn of the tide?
Broken flints of passion
Shall once more piece together...
And rage fire
Across the shanties
Of forgotten towns....
And mirages 
Shall throb back to life....
But until then
I shall sit yonder...
On the glaciers
Of unmoved desires....
Till the rivers break loose
And push their way through
To course across,
Them unturned stones...

Pleasure Games....

I'm drinking
From the lecherous brim
Of your vessel...
As it spills over
Moments of rage
That drench your urge
For propinquity....
Your reality, so close...
That it ticks away
At the behest of my breath....
Your frown
Whispers to me,
Of the sabotage of my soul
That you scheme
Into little pleasure games....
I know you shall dunk me
Below the waters again....
But this time,
My will
Shall concede to your yearning....
And once more
Shall I be molten
In the alchemy
Of your flames....

Is Anyone There...?

A mist laden emotion
Stems from the barks
Of that old knobbly tree,
That forgot to breathe
After its last autumn...

It beats,
Like the heart
Of a whimpering pigeon,
Caught in its stealthy act,
While satiating its hunger
In an unknown land....

I have floated on clouds before...
And taken a drink,
From the depths of the sea...
Without a single hold
Hindering my fall
Off that rugged cliff....

But the seething temptation
Of surrendering once more....
To the foolish games
Of catching this glow worm,
In the death of this night....

Draws me again
To hunt down your smell...
In the blotted horizon
Of unyielding forests...

Where the crickets never forget
To haunt me,
With their songs of the dusk...
Compelling me to stop
In my hesitant path....

To turn around
And give in...
To yet another last glance...
Is anyone there....?

Of All That Was Awaited...

Your curves
Drenched in my desire....
Your wants
Dripping down my soul...
Like a tumultuous cascade
Of sweet exhaustion.....
Down the terrain
Of the undulations
That deck your neck....
Like a quiet sparrow
Bouncing around,
In the first rays
Of the winter sun,
Your gaze,
Into my eyes....
Penetrates me...
Searching my insides,
For an answer
You have always awaited...
And as I dissolve
Into the interiors,
Of your unshielded being...
I can do nothing,
But be harmlessly ensnared,
In your unbroken will...
"Its a yes", I whisper
And you smile...
Into the betrothed night...

Of Memories...

There hide a few
Underneath my pillow
Or packed away
Never to be touched again...
Beneath the pages
Of this book,
I press some
Like an old lover's flower...
The smell of the city
Holds them too,
Clenched in its tight grasp...
Only to let go,
When I least expect....
Some whisper
In between
Fermented melodies...
And leave the taste
Of sweet old wine,
In the crevices of my mind...
Faces, tears, moon and rain...
Clouds and bridges,
Hours and places,
Bells and conch shells,
Roads and winter...
All of them,
Like little chits
In the bowl of a game of luck....
Talking to each other,
Rehearsing a long lost play...
In the treasure trove
Of memories....

Another Dawn..?

Drive me
Like the dust of Dawn
That steals the mist
And catches the sunlight
In its winter smiles...
For I'm tired,
Of this flagrant night
Hovering on my shoulders
Like an unforgotten Sin...
You know the clouds
Are counting their last,
Before they melt
Into blissful kisses...
My faithful breeze
Shall gather them all,
And plant them tender
On the warmth of your lips...
As you taste the dew,
That has waited too long
Teetering at the edge of the leaves...
That sway to the songs
You sing to me,
As the Dark undresses
To consummate with the Day....
While the blue grey skies
Descend at your doorstep,
To bring you the wafts
Of all that simmers
Silently, within my soul...

Speak Soft...

Speak soft to me
Yes, whisper
And disarm
My disquiet thoughts...
For I'm born
Out of the dribbling
Of your rain
On my naked body...
Or bring me the noise
Of the butterflies,
You set free
In my secret garden...
My soul is cold,
Its teeth chattering
Blanket me,
With this bleeding night...
And make sure,
You let no on know
Of all the stains
You left on my garb...
Yes, fall asleep
On my dreams...
I'll protect you
With my insomnia...
And soothe your whimpers,
Till your world
Dies in my arms...

The Last Song Tonight....

Listen to me...
I'm the last song,
Your rain played to you tonight...
And listen close,
For I'm conspiring
With your surreptitious Dawn...
She tells me,
You hide your dreams
Underneath your pillow...
And pretend
Those faceless whispers
Stole them away
Ensnared in feathers...
But the owl at your window
Is no secretkeeper, Love...
You owe him his devotion,
He has eaten your vermin...
And all you gave back,
Was a chilly October night...
Nothing goes unaccounted for...
They are all watching,
As I chuckle here
At your plight...
In pity...

My Last Cigarette...

It burns
A silent, seething fire
Eating away,
Steadily
At all, that held it together...
Like relentless desire...
I bring it to my lips
Knowing, each moment
That as I consume,
It shan't last...
And yet
It fuses with my breath
Like my last dawn's mist...
Kissing away
The remains of the night
Waiting for the Sun
To exhume it,
From an ephemeral tenderness...

My Broken Windowpane...

A torrent unforeseen
Pounds the asbestos
Into life...
Its tears
Shattering my windowpane...
And through the shards,
I look across
At a desert
Of empty houses...
Concrete,
Devoid of humane odour...
For all floats away
Unaccounted for,
Into a dark dingy nowhere...
Yet they are all a-smiling
Like little bulbs,
Maliciously brilliant in their light...
With all their darkness
Teetering at the edge,
Of unkempt dwellings...
Where water seeps
Silent, vicious...
There begins
Another breakdown of humankinds...
And all this, I watch
Safe...
From the other side
Of my broken windowpane...

Unsung...

'Cause everyone has a story
She shares it
With her hand-me-down doll
A broken eye
A torn smile
Inanimate, all ears...
He whispers it
To his last cigarette
His words of wisdom
Its last ashes...
Over a cup of tea
They exchange it
In their haughty silences...
And there is the three legged dog
Who knows his black
From white...
While here she sits
Under her midnight post
With gibberish
Sprawled in tungsten...
They all have stories
And I wonder
Who is listening...
Are you?

Tender Talks...

And when I kiss
The curve of your smile
Mellow in its meanderings,
The quiet star
Of the scarlet night
Blinks back at me
A crumpled bliss...
Within which lies
A bashful whisper
Smoothening soft
My moondrenched skin...
And in the alchemy
Of your grasp,
I surrender
To a conflict tender...
Of an incensed sleep
As you lie beside,
Pure and lost
Like the pondering skies...
Listless
In your wishful sighs...

Breathe Me In...

I'm the last rose

She sat on

To brew her golden delight...

I'm the twinkle

In that tree,

That changed the whispers

Of the night....

I'm the saffron

Of the dreamy Sun,

Dancing across

Your mischievous smile...

I'm the last ring
Of your serenity,
That leaves your mouth
Like a kiss in flight...
Breathe me in
And listen to my song,
For I'm the child
Of your ensnared mind...

And I Walk Along...

People, of colour
Off colour
Pass by
Animated, painted
Solemn, and matte...
Grazing across
Past destinies
On this potholed concrete...
Shocked into life
With every bounce...
I'm stranded
Under that same old tree
But the highway unknown
This once...
And I chance
Upon your face
In a shapeless vehicle...
Brazen, as it drives away
Into the neon night...
Were you there?
Or was it just
My version of you?
Breaking off,
I realize,
I'm covered with splashes
Of your dirty water.
Drenched, tainted
I continue to walk along...

My Mundane Moan...

I'm stirring it over
In drunken concentrics
Like my mind's eye...
The focus seeps
Through cracks...
Across the bars
Of my lashes
Lies a dream
I'm unsure of...
Or was it a deja vu?
Little puddles
Crippling my morning tea,
Tell me stories
From last night's storm...
I'm listening
And wondering,
Whether it's still dark
Am I stuck
Somewhere within a dawn?

Of Storms....And Seas...

You are my broken mirror
And I, your storm
Watch you
As you overshadow
The blackest cloud
And drizzle down
To consume the sea...
Your name has drifted ashore...
I know not why
The sands of time
Don't wipe it away
This instance.
I am floating away
On that unmanned boat
Gasping,
For a drop to drink....
While you continue
To burn the expanse
With your salty tears....
Wipe them dry now
For I've met my horizon....
And I set you free
Once again
To consummate the sea...

Hold On There...

I'm filled
With your icicles
Of blue green dreams
Webs of laughter
And perilous glances...
I'm blinking away
The swift frames
Of the inevitable...
While you hide behind
Those gestures
Seemingly unsaid,
Even though I brim
With their volumes...
I see you beckoning
At the curve
As you wait for me
To catch up...
Hold on there
At the foot of that mountain
Across which lies
The resting Sun
I'm running across
The circles of chance
To my phoenix of fate
With all my baggage
Left behind....

Sometimes...

Yours is a memory of pain
Just a trickle
That spills off your smile...
Everytime I see it
Frozen,
Almost tethered to a moment...
Waiting to escape
From the clutches
Of my stagnant desire...
Dazzling under the forest
Of your whimsical brow,
Are those eyes
Within which
I saw my reflection once...
In a dream, perhaps...
A brisk brush
Like that of your lust drenched skin
Against mine, parched with thirst...
Brings me back
To my next interim
Of uncertainty...
You're floating midair
Like my soluble thoughts
Dissolving swiftly
Into an abyss, called Past
Sometimes, your smell
Still infuriates my senses....

Autumn...

Bring me a cup of fire
And let your stars
Lap up my cold
For the chills
Of this rain soaked summer
Are getting to me.
My leaves are melting
Into your ochre silence...
The autumn in you
Reminds me of a season forgotten...
Incensed,
Buried slowly
Into the reaches,
Of the brimming soil...
Ensnared...
In this quick sand,
Give me a hand.
Firm and tender...
For I refuse
To sweat my way
Through this wilderness
Once more....

An ode to Her release....

For she was in love with the sky
Her heart at his feet
But head held high...

And as the music of the universe
Wrenched her soul to bits
She drank from the somnolent night

His brow shimmered under the stars
Her eyes filled with his smoke
But her mouth, ruthlessly dry...

In reminiscence, very little she spoke
For her hands had long a-frozen
Skimming his uncertain waters...

Yet as she went through the looking glass
To rescue her fate from his
She smiled in a whisper one last time...

And released him from the nooks
As he slipped off the rain-kissed leaf
And vapourized from her life...

Defeated though, she was in his musings
Perilously wrecked in the salvage
This indent her heart would fail to belie

That she would remain
On a perennial high...
That she would remain
In love with her sky....