Friday, 19 May 2017

Each farewell, a familiar flight

 I was born with my insides turned out, blood and veins
Seeking to bury into armfuls of twiddling, whimsical lanes 

Many voids, empty windows, rooms full of light
Each bed, a new hunger; each farewell, a familiar flight  

One morning, the wind sent her wedding gift
A singing frangipani, lost and found adrift

You ask of my god, why do elephants run
when they can trample cats, I wish he knew then 

Why do faces that form in clouds smile
Just as you when tears cloud sweet guile

Tiny Love

Ambling along in an unguarded agora 
I closed my palm tight on my tiny love
And gazed at all that I wanted for now

Dear love, you broken magnificent gem 
Which wasn't enough for a life time together
They said you could buy me regret forever

Melted Memories

Colours of the sky change too
each day, each minute
I with you, you with me. 

Don't you see how time passes 
as sand from my hand to yours

One moment that was frozen 
floated away into the clouds
To melt into the stars someday

Don't you see how time rains 
Onto oceans of melted memories

Rope swings on backyard trees 
remained in their imagined future place
But what if the earth never moves again?


Tuesday, 9 May 2017

A second death

I look into mirrors, on the morning after 
And count my bruises and blessings, 
I worship this space, skin and soul that you touched
Wonder if the air that kissed our truth is perfumed still 
With that primal urge to stubbornly converge
Your oh-so-distant life with the not-quite-mine 
I knew then, no one is afraid of a second death 

Monday, 8 May 2017

That Very Sun

The moon had always chased the sun; 
Strapped as it were to earth's gravity,
 
But, all its sighs do is to 
Pull on heartstrings of lunatics 

Far beneath the clouds 
That they wished to climb

Those clouds, they wish too 
For moonless, star-drenched nights

Where twin souls go to make love
On numbered nights of togetherness

And ages later, smell each other's lips
In first rains drenching the ground 

While the moon pursues her fortnightly 
Death, her undying desire for that very sun 



Saturday, 6 May 2017

Write me an L

Lines and letters of love
Lust and all things languid
Laid-back moments of leisurely kisses,
Lucky-lever of a lump in your throat 
Leading me back from left-leaning
Lanes of lingering loneliness 
Lightness, laughter and a luminous light
Lost and found each day in 
Labyrinths of laborious laws 








Thursday, 4 May 2017

Write Me a Poem

You say, I am a woman made of dreams  
Blood, nerves, hormones, a dark womb
Dear stranger, will you write me a poem 
Of stardust, sweet lust, melancholy memories?

I am made of that strand of moonlight
Which descends on new moon nights
Lights a fire of un-wieldy obsession
In ocean waves, love pangs and lunatics

I am that curve in the arrow of time 
The miniscule now, all of your yesterdays
And as space, I churn far across the aeons 
Burning pages of a book written without us 

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Words

Again and again I fashion with mere words
Your paradise redrawn on my empty mind-map 
I tweak a word, try to sneak in a place 
In hopes that the map sinks them in somehow 

Your city, is oh-so-far-away now, and you 
Near to far and back, swinging wildly on whims 
When you are close, these words sound shrill 
when away, this distance, too loud for sound

Again and again, I draw up empty maps with 
Words, more words and all silences that fit 
In between unheard words which surely know
What's meant to be, will never come to be 



Dead Monitor Lizards

Male yellow orioles woo with a whistle 
A humming bird flits past a bamboo thicket 
Dead monitor lizard lies lazily on a bank
Beyond that bridge, forever, a bridge, 
We stand and watch clouds, stars, flowers
Scents, waves, houses that we could have had
One turtle too swims, in those waters unaware
As fiction faces feelings and flees unfettered 
Empty spoonfuls of flavors blend yet again 
On your windowsil, a coffee with my mother's
Hands, a mugful of your memories now in my hands
I eat my fill from your palm on my face
And hunger for more of what life could never 
Give again. 
Does a dead monitor lizard float or sink? 


Unloved

As if your name is a blessing that I seek again
My lips breathe it on an off-white, imperfect circle
Which doesn't pull the ocean as it should
Into waves of ecstasy and depths of despair 

Will we ever find our way through these mazes
Infinite possibilities of unending probabilities 
Or were we meant to walk forever towards 
Each other from the other side of the globe

And lost deep in each other's cell-phone worlds, 
miss an entire universe, unimagined, unlived

Monday, 1 May 2017

Silent

Love coloured my world with those dreams, 
Light pastel shades of silk-cotton kisses 
Lust-hued sweat running into clouded eyes
Life came running on the morning after 

With a hangover, a spade to bury yesterday 
And locked your name in a black box 
of multi-coloured memories. Only,
Pictures, they are all so silent.