Tuesday 7 November 2017

Heard by one, sung by two.

embracing the changing wind
with every step towards tomorrow
tussling a sore ache, hiding a recent scar
unsightly, but deep
she takes to her bosom the gifts of today
No questions asked, no love sought
only some hope in eyes for a new start
everything that comes along, is bonus.

the more it was held on, the sooner it got away
now from a distance she watches time enacting its play
its dancing with the new, its kissing the wet lips
its curling toes inside, as a pair of arms dissolved
fears, anxiety, uncertainty unresolved.

letting go of all foreboding, her canvas was now smeared
with hues of passion reds and bleeding blues
those bold strokes created music for sight
heard by one and sung by two.

Thursday 29 June 2017

While learning to unlove

Kept withdrawing each step
away from your direction
that took away a lot
some smiles, many tears
little love, and all of my heart

created my own little space
away from everything that was yours
it took one second for you to enter it back
one look, one song, and too much hurt

Starting again from scratch
let me walk away
stop pulling me in
you know we were set for decay.
I know I can't unlove
but let me at least forget
that song of love,
those hair falling on your forehead
let me learn to live without you
and learn how to harbor my regrets.

Monday 27 March 2017

The three 'R's

In disdain I watched from the window of my office
A patch of grass being redone
On the little ground between
The tallest structures of bricks and mortar
And I questioned the existence of the
Slender palms, spread across a reasonable green 

It was a reassurance, to the ones like me
That there is the possibility of bloom
Even amidst the detached exchange of hellos and cold rubbing of shoulders
Or is there?

Or will there be the need to renew,
another patch of grass, as they threw
That burning cigarette, on its last leg
And pressed it under their shoe
Because that's what everything is reduced to
The three words - Reduce, Recycle and Reuse

That's what everything has reduced to.

Wednesday 11 January 2017

Conclusively hence.

Can you look into her eyes 
And tell her what you did
They will pierce your soul apart
Put you on the brink 
To an inevitable fall
You invited upon yourself.

Did you not see her see,
Or were you too naive to assume
That the fate of your debauchery 
Would outlive that of the frivolities 
You had chained her with?

The storm within her
Is now ready to tear you apart
Into the nothingness of your being.
Watch out!

Monday 26 December 2016

Incremental loss.

Layer after layer
Peeled off her muted face
Skin of love went first
Tailgated by that of lust
Then went understanding 
Took away companionship
Friendship followed soon towards.

Extended hands come back
Rest on the face
What remains now is a plain surface
You cannot scrape anything from 
Anymore from.

No goosebumps, no butterflies 
Only disappointed droopy eyes
Looking out for no one.
Don't ask her why she won't move
She is a victim of optimism.

Friday 18 September 2015


I've walked a lot of roads,
They've led me to dingy shacks,
With loose bulbs and chipped ceilings;
Where love only resides under the sheets
It's unknown faces, when out of them.

I've walked a lot of roads,
They've led me to shady bars.
I've bled on broken bottles
And have led my wounds be fed on by thirsty hungry mosquitoes, from here and about.

I've loved with all my might,
I've kissed without it and I won't deny.
I've been a bitch you've been warned about,
I've been the angel you've dreamt.
I will wreck every castle you build,
I am a ship without a compass, with a baggage of guilt.

There's no place I can stay for too long,
I have no money to pay the rent,
I am a rover who doesn't have a place to call home,
A tramp with no heart to lend.

Monday 14 September 2015


I never claimed to be a dream,
But was oblivious until you said,
I was a nightmare you detest.
I had laid out all I owned,
The madness, the chaos, the noise
Of my head, the mess of my presence.
You held it, pretended to nurture,
Drove uphill only to push it down
That edge.
With an inability to collect the damaged remains,
I make do with the scattered self.
Dragging on the drudgery of life,
Sipping on the tears of blood,
Licking my wounded self.