Teetering....

I cracked them open
Before they could hatch...
And now they drizzle,
Around my waking hours...
Like an angry wasp,
Lured
By halogen hallucinations...
Claustrophobic,
With no window in sight...
As I become 
The wandering spirit of a star,
That is haunted
Even in death,
With a heap of faith
On its own role
In fairy tales...
I'm the wisps of lightning
That sunk her teeth
Into quicksand...
And never returned...
I'm the forsaken moisture
Trapped in asbestos roofs...
While they ran ahead
And danced with the sea...
I'm your bottled butterfly,
Waiting to smell
The only three days
I shall live...
Release me
Before I teeter,
And fall without "forevers"...

Exhuming the Human....

Tinges of sanity
In watery strokes...
Painted across a landscape,
Of what they proudly call
Civilization.
Where weakness is run over,
And incapability is blamed,
On that poor dog
Which had merely tried
To cross over...
For the world knew
It always stood
Unaccounted for.
Where the voices within,
Are being silenced
With strategy...
As imagination is carefully tamed,
By repeated fables
Of lonely survival...
And swarms of machines
Are joining the stampede
With priceless perfection...
So their stars can hear,
That the fittest stood towering
In the battlefield...
Only to look around
At the piles of lifeless dreams....
Which wanted to sing
On softer notes...
And I wonder
How all that we believed
To be music to our ears,
Has suddenly turned
Into a tasteless din...
Are we still playing parts
In the makeshift arrangement
Of humanity?

Upon Your Sleeping Eyes....

The noose of distance
Threatens to throttle...
Hearts enduring
A yearning...
Unfathomable, endless
Stifling.
As I dream walk
Into the freedom
Of your arms...
As I tingle
With the taste
Of discreet tears...
Their salts
Reducing my desire,
To whispering embers...
That smoulder away
Into the stealthy night...
Which steals your shadows
From my lashes,
Where I once trapped them
Hoping to weave us together...
Like melodies
Dripping in an aged wine,
Playing faint
On a crackling jukebox...
And I lay threadbare...
Naked
To the ruthless wind,
That gnaws at my bones...
Eagerly waiting
To drown my sighs,
Into its own abyss...
But I hold back
My trump card,
The kiss of dawn...
When the Sun shall blush
At your windowsill,
And lay the drizzle
Of my tired lips,
Gentle,
Upon your sleeping eyes....

Butterfly in Tatters...

A butterfly in tatters...
Its colours, fading away...
Like the fate of a tree
Banished by a storm...
Except blue.
Cold. Violent.
And I couldn't put it together again,
The butterfly in tatters....
I spent my tears
On your decay,
Hoping there was an answer
To your fragility...
But you
Ceased to remain.
I held you to the Sun,
I begged the Spring
To rejuvenate
Your glimmer,
That once was...
To seize 
Your shortlived destiny
With my helpless mortality...
But you, unperturbed
Lay there...
Unfastened, broken
Like a butterfly in tatters....

In Faint Remembrance....

Memories...
Do they tug at you
Like you can re-spin them
Around your hours
That lost their track,
Unaccounted for?
Does your shadow
Play a reminder,
Of someone you saw
But forget?
Is your palette empty?
Is the canvas chipped?
What ignites your rage
In a sea of calm,
What is it that you can't forgive?
Are there wounds? Are they raw?
Or have you filled them up
With the sands of your silences?
You stare across
Listless in wondering
What amuses your nerves so?
I faintly recall
Your shy laughter....
Did you lend it to them too?
Do words make the same meaning
In your version of reality?
Why do you hide
Behind the hedges
Of tampered security?
Is it tiring there?
Is it lonesome?
Have we taken away from you
What it took to be you?
Which one was you?
Then, or now?
I can hardly remember the difference....

Interwoven- VII

Tie your breath to mine
Before its warmth
Sweats off my lips...
And stain my skin
With your fingertips...
So your touch can tend
To my restless dreams....
Hold me to your bosom,
As we writhe, apart...
So our realities
Remain entwined,
Like pain
With a broken heart...
Write your name
With wisps of smoke,
On the wind
Playing in my hair....
And whisper your longing
Into the sails
Of paperboats....
Dancing in the morning puddles.....
For the darkness
That resides,
Beneath the creases
Of my eyes,
Aches to surrender
To a slumber again...
Where your folds blanket
My shivering soul...
While your clouds respite
My moonless skies...

I Leave Behind...

A speckle of stardust
Dancing on the lotus leaf...
And fumes
From an unfinished cup of tea...
An aimless stroll
Through the untold shower...
And a dawn
Under the canopy
Of home-bound planes....
The silent caress
Of the artisan's hand,
While he breathes life
Into mounds of clay...
A burial in the river
Of short-lived dreams...
A night unaccounted for
Whispered in tears....
Guileless confessions
Into endearing ears....
And songs of memories,
That shall ring 
Through the years...
All this,
And a smiling sigh...
I leave behind
In the glimpse of your eyes...

An Unkempt Plea...

Thunderbird!
Do not alight.
You carry in your trail
Unsettled flints,
Which this unforgiven night
Will not put out...
The Earth fumes
At your ephemeral illusion...
My heart perspires
As you open your wings
To this delirium...
Fall at my behest, you!
At least, lend your ear...
For I still stand
Wrought, in my doorway,
Waiting for him 
To return...

Interwoven- VI

It's not about love.
Love comes and goes
Like bouts of coming alive...
Like tufts of air,
Stuck within
One sinking...
 It's about those other things...
The sting of the wasp
Among the petals tender...
The still-born night...
The relentless branches
Of an ageing tree,
Gasping for a breeze...
The apprehension 
Of a storm,
That never arrives...
The unkept secrets
Like fireflies...
Dripping in the inky blue...
The memory of clinking
Wind chimes, that echoes
A deja vu
When all goes quiet...
This, I would miss
About you.

Thinking of You....

When I think of you
I think of conspiracies
Passing,
Like Chinese whispers
Among constellations,
Until the moon decides
To call it a night....
When I think of you
The breeze chuckles
Through my hair...
I hear you smile
Uncannily close,
While I'm blindfolded
Groping, in an unworthy real...
You strike me sometimes,
An odd note
In a monotonous symphony...
Like I've jumped up 
From a dream,
And numbed back to a slumber....
The memory of your smell
Like a silhouette 
In an unyielding crowd,
Walking away...
An unanswered beckon....
And my feet, in a quicksand....
I seek you then
In poetry, threadbare...
Peeking through its blinds
For one fleeting glimpse....
You stand there, washed
By tender sunbeams
And I turn into gold
In your alchemy.... 

Let's Pretend...

So let's pretend
I never knew
What it meant,
To soak my soul
In the summer sweat
Of your relentless clutches...
And quiver in frisson
Like a humming bird
Flying through my senses
At the buoyant whisper
Of your footfall....
And let's make- believe
A world,
Where we were yet to know,
That sunshine spelt out
Your shadow
In mine....
And all the wrath
Unaccounted for,
Spawned
Out of those missing pieces
Of my puzzle,
That you walk away from
Each day.
Let's conjure
A wilderness...
Where each blossom
Did not pick at my heart,
For seeking belonging
In your arid afterglow....
Would our years
Spin sooner then,
So time would race
To keep up with desire?
Would rainbows suspend
Their splitting colours,
So the breathless rain
Could beckon us
To drench one another
In the amalgamation
Of our amorphous beings?
I wonder what,
If not....

Interwoven- V

To you, I'd say
Wait.
Stop by my garden
On a full moon's....
Seat yourself tender
On my empty bench...
Fish for the lashes,
Palanquins of secrets
In the summer breeze...
Dance in your mind
To my neighbor's piano...
He woos the night,
To carry away
The remnants 
Of his burnt letters...
And maybe, the wind
Shall bring to you,
The intoxication 
Of his ancient brews...
With it, shall you inhale
The dying slur
Of molten wax,
That sat on my window sill
Expecting your call...
You shall hear the tiptoe
Of the star,
Exhausted centuries ago
Its echoes
Still illuminating my shadows...
Drench your feet
In the ephemeral dew
That may not see another day....
And delve into
The dreamy cricket's banter,
To ascertain the music
Of my unkempt moods...
For on the clouds
Shall I perch and chuckle,
Like a raindrop
Peeking at your vagaries...
You'll never know when
I shall land on your lips....
Like the sigh of a kiss
In a moment's spill....
 

Underneath....

And now you seek
The uncharted,
That  has greased the hinges
Of my closed doors...
I can hear you knock,
You tug at my knots,
I tremble at the thought
Of unravelling...
And yet, that quiet journey,
Which dances in the tales
Brewing in your eyes,
Entices my fear
To surrender the throne,
That you yearned
To own...
My clouds take heed
Of your cuckoo's cry,
And they know,
The bloom is to arrive....
So I'm groping the depths
Of my darkness again,
Murmuring in hope
That you keep
A look-out...
For I shall slip
That key, underneath...

Redamancy...

The perfume of your darkness...
The silence in your eyes...
Bursts of incoherence
Infuriating your breath....
My veins, possessed...
Dancing to your tunes...
Your surreptitious touch....
My walls undone...
Toppling bricks...
Your rain seeps through
The dilapidation....
In the ashes, I amass
The wind beneath my wings...
Your indulgence in a wait...
In the broken backyard...
Unperturbed,
As the skies cloud
At the behest,
Of an unclenched sigh...

A Night, Untethered...

Like a shaken flower,
Holding itself together
In the eye of a storm...
I attempt to grasp
The spells you whisper,
Into my broken dream...
And as I fall out
Of the phantasma,
I find myself
Enclosed in your arms...
I've lost my being
Amidst the pandemonium
Of what was, what is
And what there is going to be....
I've surrendered my words
To your gamble....
As a prize
I see you carry me away....
Written over me
In unspoken ink,
Is the unadulterated scent
Your desires carry....
And I'm blinking astrew
The stars, amused
At the wilderness in my eyes....
For I carry in them
The reflection of me
Flying into the moon....
While you strut into the blue
Of this untethered night....
And I sway
To and fro,
Intoxicated
By the rhythm of your footsteps....

The Slip...

Your lips shatter
Into a brilliance
Of untainted arcs...
And I pull them together
As your smile slips
Into my soul...
Like a peek
Into the well,
Of which
Legends remain silent....
For words have little
To ensnare,
All that you gave away
In a glimpse...
Something flickers
In the distance...
And I know
That I own,
A clearing
In your mist...

Interwoven- IV

I seek you in blue
For you colour the sky
That sits playfully
Atop my brow,
While I bask
In your undone smiles...
And the hearty laughter
Of that notorious neon,
Adorns your face
With my spotlight....
You shimmer,
And astonishingly
I can grasp you...
You don't glow away in the dark...
No.
You, unabashed,
Shall stay by my candlelight
And burn in my desire....

Interwoven- III

You are unspoken...
You are lost...
And there is a spot
In this wilderness,
Where I run
To hide,
When I can hear you
Beating in my veins...
That star
Which you sung to,
Has brought me
At your doorstep...
I've stolen a rainbow
To surprise your butterflies...
And they rejoice,
As they knit
Your dreams
Into the sunshine of my mind...
At last,
I know...
You are almost there
Somewhere close...

Interwoven- II

And then one day
You asked me
How I was taken
By your smile...
An attempt
At breaking through
This glass,
I saw red
And switched off....
For words,
They deserted me
In the death of darkness....
I still seek
That oasis,
Where people launch
Into magical allusions
To nature's mysteries...
To bestow
Upon meaning,
A manifestation....
But each time
I walk through
A despairing mirage....
Left,
With that inkling
Of grasping,
A fleeting glimpse
Of your reflection....
In the agitated waters
Of momentary disenchantment...
And somewhere, I believe...
That maybe
I have touched upon
An ounce of truth
In the real...
Like a grain of sand
In my eye...
Floating away
In blinks...
With the rest of this empty universe...

Interwoven- I

You shared with me
That cold moment
Of inherent weakness
When my legs shivered
And eyes shrunk
At a chance of shame....
You stood there
And your eyes said,
You didn't want to go....
But subtle touches
Of a social animal,
Intent to build a wall
At the sight of attack,
Overtook my sensation....
As I looked through you
And asked you to leave....