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.


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.