We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
We found each other
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
My life, like a leaf there.
Stood waiting for you,
Like winds of change,
I feared that I’d fall.
Shit scared of stillness,
Damn afraid of storms.
So my love, I urge,
That when you come,
Come gentle and slow,
Shake me to and fro,
and rock my roots,
And caress my hair,
With soft whisps,
and gentle breeze.
Soon my wind you’d come.
Leaving me fondled and firm.
Tangibilty is just a game,
Eyes are just namesake.
Its all around, ubiquitous
Abundant and infinite.
like guardians of time,
On the vertices of space.
Waiting to be noticed,
Veiled under the mundane,
These natural rarities.
Exposed by light and rain.
It poured, through the little and big,
Holes, across the veil of clouds,
Little here, more there, almost till,
I could no longer be drenched in it.
Dripping from my wet body,
like drops of dew from leaves on tree,
The light drowned me, upwards yet
Rinsed by the rain of light, I floated.
the street lamps are just a matter of beauty,
and the roads a way to pass time.
Emptiness is an experience and friends a telltale.
The blurry visions of a clear night.
Time slowing, in the wink of an eye.
This is when, truth and dreams copulate.
It’s so easy, unlike it seems To let go off, the vestiges. No matter how intrinsic, embedded. No matter how old, impregnated. They’re there. Superfluous. And while, I cuss them, They ceaselessly exist. Within me, as a part of me. And even if slightly, they’re who I am. And as slightly, I am who they are. I descend from them, While they turn to a memory. Yet as they suggest, they’re Vestiges. Within me, from past. With me, present, and perhaps Forever, unless I let go off them.
I stared, blankly, for a long long while.
At the myriad, patterns, and profiles.
While the still water, rippled slowly,
As the moon, dipped its reflection,
Onto the shimmery, bokeh of lights,
Gleaming, on the water, so subtly.
It became hard to believe, soon,
Where I stood, was a dream.
A dream, I long for, since I sleep.