One some nights,

My rivers don’t flow,

They scream…


On some nights,

My stars don’t glow,

They howl as wolves.


As darkness fills a cave,

So does your memory to me.

You fill everything,

Every scar,

Every crevice,

Every broken shadow and its shrieks,

My torn silence and its glinting splinters,

You fill everything.


You fill everything,

Every single thing,

The forgotten villages and its rivers,

The empty streets and its sewers,

My slow death and clenching fevers,

Like poison ivy,

You fill everything.


A Yearning

She was waiting in his way,

Across the tresses of winter,

Humming to the sound of his footsteps.


The sighs he breaths,

Tunneling for their tryst,

Through winters, Across springs,

Into tulips of her mist,

they bloom.


The endless separation,

In hazy moonlight,

As he keeps walking without a shadow.

The lightnings smile.

Across the gossip of a meadow, 


Her night that would tore open,

A puddle that he would skip,

A breeze but cold,

With a shiver,

would force a smile to drip.


His scent, would sparrows bring,

As a dewdrop,

On her window they would leave,

Glistening, shimmering,

Tempting her winter to cleave.


The impalpable separation,

In hazy moonlight, 

As she waits in his way,

He keeps walking without a shadow. 

My first love

Ahhh! My First love!

The unnatural cadence of the heart. The inner tumult in her presence.

The unspoken words. The unwritten love-letters.

The ambrosial pleasure from her smile.

The euphoria brought about by her ebullient tress.

The everlasting yearning to catch a glimpse.

The heart wrenching pain at her absence in school.

The wild agony for the unanswered looks.

The transcendence of emotions, when she laughed.

The daunting proposal. The exultation over victory.

The electrifying feel of her first touch.

The evenings in heavens, The nights in hell.

The joy of springing while walking.

The endless blushing behind a book. The evanescence of walking together alone.

The vacuousness of endless staring at the walls. The impatience understood and teased.

The buoyancy of those nudges. The mystic rapture of decrypting those eyes. 

The turning of tides. 

The broken promises. The sleepless nights.

The futile arguments.The persuasive strokes on the cheek.

The anxiety about the future.

The unfortunate crossroads.

The flared nose. The curled lips.

The life-shattering tears.The unending hug. 

The last breath of hers I inhaled.

The striving to preserve her inside me; forever. 

The love that morphed into a memory.


The leaves of emotions

Motionless I stand in the whirlpool of insanity,

in veneration of the chaos, its absurdity, its improbability,

its sheer unpredictability.

The leaves keep on falling,

I just stand and watch.


The sun burns them to dust,

The wind swirls them off my breasts,

The merciless rain then sweeps away their cadavers,

I just stand and watch.


But, ceaselessly, the leaves fall,

The planets revolve,

The stars die,

The universe expands into nothing.

As it was before. Time passes.

I just stand and watch.


But in the stillness of night,

Desperate and hopeless.

You can find me on my knees; crying.

The tears they turn into dew.

For no one to know,

The leaves keep on falling.

I just……

You, my love

You, my love.

A virgin brook breathing in a fecund woods,

My roots ploughing its way into you,

Sipping, quaffing in your sapid waters. 

You my love,

A shadow flowing into a vivacious desert,

My grains of thirst, my sands of angst,

Obliterated by your effervescent touch.

You, my love,

A red rose embraced by the carnal night,

My subduing vacuum, my enslaving darkness,

Suffusing, melting into your flesh.

You, my love,

A perilous chaos burning the skies,

My stars of insanity, my moons of melancholy,

Incinerated by an invincible desire.

The Lost Heart

After the war,

We searched ceaselessly for our lost heart

all over the conquered lands.

But in vain.

We searched for it in the temples,

We searched for it in the mosques,

We even searched it within ourselves,

But in vain.

We blamed the gods,

We blamed the devil,

We even blamed each other,

But in vain.

We fooled ourselves in to believing,

that we never had any heart,

We whined, We cried, We bawled.

But in vain.

But all this time A heart was beating

underneath the rubble,

Slow but steady,

Crushed but alive,

Where,we were too proud to look,

Where,we were too afraid to look.