Possessed,
She toggles between
real and real
Memories of a fire continue to ravage melting old veins

Benevolent deep eyes
baring my tattered inside
Through the sheer.

Journeys inside the deepest mountains
Arduous lone sojourns
That a starry eyed
Child absorbs in awe, of this king

The stories leave a tightly shut casket
In a mist of deep blue
engulfs
Shocking her innocence
Seductively
What is to be lost
But the torn insides
Of a soul falling between  desert sand

Written somewhere in 2013

Talk, say, belong
its like walking forward
and retracing aimlessly
if i looked up, the vastness could engulf me
and i will lose what looking down
at my footprints will give me.
i play games with my mind
if this, then that, and then there
if there why not, why so...

Nine minutes
At twenty three fifty one

The sea wasn't ending:
Something for pereniality

At midnight, the toll charges
Would magically turn the day outward

a shutting tea shop,
spoon scooped castor sugar
Leftovers of a pastry
That meant nothing

Banal moments
Over a tea
And the lost nine minutes
At the bridge that was crossed too fast

Between lost sleep
Unspoken answers to unasked questions

Ah
Half written...

gratitude

for every conscious and unconscious
presence


The years of us:
me weaving you
intricately.


dark nights and distant lights


buses and the wind beaten  un shut windows


books and their lines meandering without meaning


million eyes that meet my unseeing ones


of together, elsewhere


with krsna, a prayer unanswered




the years of us
me and you


bright and unreal


fantasy and childlike


journeys and endings


together, of being elsewhere




the remaining of me
the years


grateful
for your conscious and unconscious


for answered prayers

She slipped;
My line-
to her death
after years of bed ridden activism

Fatherless Mother..

I believe when I'm done
He will look like the rag blanket
Stitched up albeit
A nice design
And worn interchangeably
On both sides

They call it balance:
that thing
The law calls
Single parenting.