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?

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 

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 

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 

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