Tuesday, December 10, 2013


I woke up this morning
and found that love had already left my side,
the aches inside me, gently reminded
where there was once passion,
there were only wounds,
shadows of love bites,
clinging obstinately,
like the love that remains,
when the lover is dead...

Walking Into Ruins

We made a castle once, you and I,
Long ago, two children,
with sea shells and sand,
And now our sandcastles have grown cracks,
And the sunset on our faces is long gone,
On this seashore, nagging sorrows,
and obstinate memories, wring their hands,
And cut like crabs into the flesh,
Conquering empires and crowning ourselves,
We compete, surviving this thing called life,
Emperors, alone in their kingdom,
Erecting walls with silences,
And cementing boundaries with words... 


Something has walked into me, off guard,
like the rain that comes silently,
I do not know how, when or why
like a thief, something has crept inside me,
And waking up, I find myself ruffled,
not knowing what I had, I know not
which of my possessions I have lost

The self same sky has again nested
a thousand blue butterflies today,
The same wind, the same land and everything else,
yet not quite the same, for something,
that robbed me, has left its imprints on all of them,
like it has one me, something, subtle and sublime,
that dwells secretly between our silences...


Most men have eyes on their faces,
What you have
are two molten suns trapped inside the koh-i-noor…
A universe oozing stardust that
That fly out in tiny specks, silvery strands
That run from yours to mine
And I am a captured animal
Lost, and in awe of such impossible ethereal beauty

On the face of human mortality… 


Our wise ancestors
That hang from trees,
Primitive in their wisdom,
Don’t worry about the crashing rupee,
Free like the wind, all day they play,
No deadlines hanging around their neck,
They eat, they have no figure to maintain,
No ‘time’ in their world, they miss no appointment,
Nor worry about old age or death,
We the ones that carry civilization on our backs,
Hunch forward, break our necks and cover our bodies in guilt,
Supreme, We need curtains to do our daily deeds,
Yet, they don’t rape their women on the street
Not having bitten the fruit of sin,
Wise, they fornicate on the road

Without shame.