Blue

It was a wrong number
That started it
The telephone ringing
Three times in the dead of night
Like something of out the blue
Love notes floating
To the wrong person
I listened and enjoyed every moment
Though none was meant for me

Burn

Lets not speak hunger again

This chest is congested

With your stories

Burning me inside out

Today, I saw him throw fire out

Like the years of hidden secrets

Suddenly burst

and entertained everyone

Let everyone laugh at my expense

Atleast you are out of me

Newspaper

Newspaper mentioned

About demise

Of yesteryear heroine.

The eulogy condensed

Sheets of controversies and existence

Into a single obscure column.

None noticed.

Broken words

This noise of
Fractured images
Vanishes. Gathering
broken pieces of glass

Walk

Walking in no entry
Feeling liberated
Walking in no entry

Two in a row

So, I decided to brush
With intellect. Chisel it
Enough to understand you.
But the adult in me has still not
Grown to a child in you.

--
Allow this listlessness
To sink in. Let the laundry
Spill all over.
Today, I want
To search
For flakes of me hidden
In your pocket.
For you say
We loved with a love that
Was more than love.

Stories

Grandmom’s each spoon
Then was a story
Flung across in a coarse way
They did not have a track
And said
Diode hitched their way homeward
Or the rancid froth
Had a million rants in them
Coagulating to a wonderful
Ethereal world
I stack all spoons today
And wait
For the elocution of
Incredible stories
Which only me and
The spoon feeder
Can understand

Riot of three

Riot of thoughts
Is fast decaying
Iam waiting for
Your graceful exit
But memory takes
Its own time.

--

Riot of green
Decay with time
Your graceful exit

--

This decayed roads
Once graceful
With your silence
And mine. Now with
Riot of present, you and me
Shall walk the roads again
And say, we probably were
Made for each other,
But past is past.

Three in a row

The different time zones we are in
We still say climate is romantic
You say is warm enough for long walks
I say its cold enough for
Cuddle and snug in cozy bed

--

The only difference
Between you and me is
I have used all the words
To express myself and
You leave it to silence
To speak for you

--

Speaking of lost love,
Regret is not about the
Lost affair. Regret is the decision
Was not taken by her.

She still waits
For him to come online.
To be acidic,
or feign ignorance or be non-chalant and
Infuse guilt into him.

But probably his memory doesn’t even register
Her presence and he remains invisible.

unwind

Intriguing
When a journey begins badly
It rarely ends well
But this isn’t about our journey
It is like seeing you for the first time
Hearing your murmurs or
Tap on the copse or
Seeing you from a distance
And from the movement of lips
Imagining the words you are saying
Our tryst is never
Dull

Coffee stains

This copse with
Stains of missed tapping
I refuse to clean them
For once let me again see
A person who is lost
In his world of blissful music
And is oblivious of
The mess around

Cave in

Cave me in your darkness
Today, I don’t want to
Search flakes of lust
Either burned by the scorching sun
Or sobered by the gushing water

Dust it off

In this city
Restless dust
Soars towards the sky
Always gossiping
With dead souls
Today, I throw particles
Of dust in my shoes
And wait to hear
Stories about the
Dead souls.

Stack

Moments
Captured as jinx
And qualified for amnesia
Today I
Stack them into present
And say, I had fun playing
Games with destiny

Freedom

From the four walls
Looking at the limitless sky
Freedom rebels
From the four walls
Looking at the limitless sky

Together

We think we know
The ones we love
Like the first glance
Speaks of togetherness
Or probably a practical consent
But, then the decision and
You and me looking at each other
Is lost in the ocean of various thoughts
And we are back to the grind
Of daily hustle

Humming

Humming new songs
Almost saw your lighting smile
Almost

Here it began

From the wails of twenty year old

Her excruciating pain and mine thereafter

Through cities from the languages never understood

And when understood, biding adieu

Many crushes, none embraced

Many dreams, few seen, few sobered down

I walked away, walked along,

This throb started in womb

Continues in unfulfilled wishes

Probably writing an for me eulogy now or

Later when I see good times

This is where I started, I shall tell others

In the guave and mango trees of summer

In the hidden storeroom, the scent of raw rice and marinated pickles

and now searching for familiarity in my kitchen

No. I don’t feel her presence, her touch in the pans,

Neither do I hear his banter. There was a time he and me cooked together

Today, I just hear his invisible presence and build my imagination around him.

Yesterday when I spoke to you about future, I probably sealed my present already

You are there and Iam already there

In the present, future, between all the dreams

and imagined presence

Excavate

Yesterday,

While we

Waited for the chill waters

To cleanse our souls

I saw our excavated sins

Tumbling down

(The crimson red

Which hid behind our placid white)

Soon the chilled waters

Submerged in our sins and

Both forgot about cleansing.

Excavate

Remember
The crumpled
Magazines of glamorous stars,
Pitched low tones,
The accentuated hushes
Those were the days when
I was obsessed with secrets
Of unknown faces.
Nowadays, Iam lost
Excavating your untold words
I realize in my obsession
Of unknown, I left the known
To be become an enigma

Story

Do you remember?
One moment it was
Cheek to cheek
Then you frowned
And looked away
As though excavation
Of my soul led you
To some mundane outcome
Today, when we speak
From different spheres
You say, “The story is in the journey
Not the destination and
My stories never have an ending”

Windows

Today, I decide to
end the anticipation
and spread your secret letters
behind closed windows.
All I see is verbose words
merging into my yawn.