drift

wars won
worlds lost
unkempt friendships
breaking rift
rueful nights
go dwindling by
into the mornings
i drift

the dream

the flower on your hair

has robbed my nights of its sleep

when i need to follow the fragrance

i sit here and weep

how can i say

where it would lead.

a dream taking 

the colour of desire

is the beginning

of a long walk on fire

makes me believe

it should lead somewhere

and I must leave everything

be out there,

looking for you!

you must be someone!

you could be anyone!

but this way

even if you turn out

to be no one

i will be content

that it was just a flower

seen and unseen!

and to the world at worst

it will remain to be a pity

that a flower smoked my dream

and robbed my nights of its sleep

lateral education

there is nothing
more stunning
than a stunning pain.
there is no one
more powerful
than the one
who inflicted upon you
that pain.
study him/her.
study his/her circumstances.
this is how you will know
how to be/deal.

- sound education

farewell

of all the stories
under the sun
the one
between us
that has just begun
i want to make sure
i like the way this ends

I'am all you

with age
your fragrance only grew.
when a long day ends
I come back home to your fragrance.
how you find ways
to transport
that aroma from my first home!
this is what keeps
my soul awake in sleep
my night brighter than the moon
living through wars within my heart
while your sweet balm dispels pain
night after night
I'am ready for a new war everyday
wearing your everlasting bloom.
if not for you
my mother of two
my life would reek of war room,
this soft scent
spilling out of my heart
is what you gave me in your womb.

- to mother

overflow

this may take some time.
to love less
overnight, isn't easy
unless
love could be simply tamed.
someone taught me
and I learnt it only one way
if there's too much love to handle
need I say
I shouldn't be blamed.
and if I bleed love
it isn't my fault
one must understand
love isn't the kind of blood
that can be contained.
so this may take some time
this overflowing stream
to find its river
floods should always clear
even if their terrors remained.

The bridge

some understood
the distance between hearts
they started building a bridge.
for some
the bridge never got built
they left.
some lay
over the completed
bridge but faltered
on their way.
some crossed
reached the other side
while I was already away
busy building one myself.
what can I say!
at the end of the day
we're only left with questions to check:
isn't this construction work
a never ending wreck?
but then
can someone
find me another way
or tell me if I should look behind
look ahead
or simply look away.

war on memory

if the world is forgetting
its yesterdays
should we still believe
in the theory of remembrance?
we are the dying!
should we be dead already
breathing air into
the memory box
keeping alive
what should have been long gone.
I feel the waters
on my skin
same old
age old
feeling.
if I commit
the sin
of erasing
everything
how novel
it would have been?
these waters
on my skin!

gesture

I am your friend
will you be my friend
too
if I know you
would you know me
too
you know it shouldn't start this way
and friendship doesn't need
agreement
but if this is your say
I understand how this can be
convenient
and so we must advance
give ourselves a chance?
here, this is my gesture
would you give a sign
too?

between silences

entangled i
in a web of words
a million things left to say
yet no enough words!
at the end of the day
is it then
important to say?
maybe not!
but wonder i
make why
the same mistake
as in the past?
be why
so meek and frail?
but still at last
i sit and glare
at the question in contrast-
if the struggle is in the articulation
shouldn't silence prevail?
maybe not!
a soft whisper
of the winters setting in my heart
makes me wake up
from the slumber of foresty thoughts,
breathing these husky undertones
onto my ears-
if you cannot match your words
to the beat of your heart
you must know
you are singing the wrong song.

***
It is imperative to learn the art of articulation,
either in silence or otherwise

***

improbable

the idea
of a perfect date
like
the idea
of a second heart.
if only
the chest built some space
if only
the moon asked me out

patience

there are no two ways to live

no two ways to love.

in the beginning

there can be many possibilities

like how you quilt your words 

in poetry

but

in the end

you're left with only one!

do not roam.

understand?

put your weight

where you stand.

eventually,

the product of your wait

will take you home.

Compliment

if you lose
the smile on your face
it could be
the moon lost its light.
our distant worlds
would be blinded off course
such could be the plight!
words would then flee
a poet's nest
searching for that sight
when sunbeams reach
the moon again
beaming your slender-slim
face upright.
if you lose
the smile on your face
it could be
the moon lost its light.

Sojourn

I tried to burn some memories once
but skeletons of it remained
little did I know
they were here
buried beneath the water bed
next to the ocean.
today I dipped my thoughts
in these quite rippling waters
there was gravity
her voice
pulling me with ease
and when I saw her eyes
confounded
grabbing my thoughts by the neck
I was out in a flash.
was it her bone?
can flesh be forged out of ash?
could she stay in there
all this time all alone?
the mind is pricked by questions
from this brief sojourn
I longed to stay longer
only to long alone