An affair

Right is never wrong and so it goes

But once it’s said so, 

the right to say “I love you”

Is altogether and entirely wronged 

At a time and place when all wrongs 

felt out of place; You and I,

threw fistfuls of gilted memories at

Bottomless wells of why nots

Today I tried to swim there 

But my limbs forgot to move

My left leg tripped on yours

Only, nothing seemed right 

Alone I travelled to the stars

Which we once named with 

Joined finger trails, up there, above

The ladder that stayed but, the sky was wrong  

You and I, it seems have no right

No sky, no well, no land on earth where

Left and right feel altogether 

and entirely, wrong. And yet 

Wrong is never right 

and so it goes

once it’s said so. 

Kintsugi

Words tore us apart just as they 

had brought us together. No eyes 

No skin, no lips, no sensual breath

sucking in all of our scattered lives

Into a white hole of hands held on 

dark, unending starlit nights

Could restrain those floods of 

Clamorous, cruel, crushing words

My words, your words, our needless words

And now with those broken, scattered 

Words, I plead and I pray to gods

Of the past, present and of pain

To never make me whole again

Without a golden seam of this 

Beautiful mess running through,

Each drop of blood in my veins

My very spine, 

Eyes, skin, lips and sensual breath

Who knows, maybe with each curve

Filled with crumbling words;

All my straight lines will atlast 

Tumble and fall through these 

Remaining cracks in my soul

And what would remain then,

Is a darkened seamline. No words 

will ever regret, having ever been

Broken. And I will be whole again

  

Beetles

Old thoughts, like resin embedded beetles 

lie around in double blue ticked boxes

Some white, some green, all certainly dead

Throbbing with possibilities of a time

When white fury lashed out on two sides

Of an unspoken, wordy fight

Or of lust shaped emojis of tender joy

Some asked for attention

A few showered praises

It was clear that the beetles led

Different lives, at different times 

But here they lie staring into time 

All of a same colour of a past undone