Defining Destiny

          When you turn your back

          Towards me

          And pretend to be busy

          I know you smile and wait

          For me to run my tongue

          At the back of your neck

          And lacerate your heart

           Hot tip of your tongue

           Like the tip of a dagger

           Pierces my dreams

           Bringing my sword from

           Its scabbard

           To sharpen it

           On the edge

           Of your breath

         Like wet muslin sari

         Around the curves of a woman

         Caught in downpour

          I cling to your stiletto 

         And keep faith.

         Dispositions define destinies.  

Written with D Russel Micnhimer

On Bridge of Dreams

Away from prying eyes

Fettering conventions

With insane longing

I come to see you

On bridge of dreams

I tip toe my way around 

Bubble of your silence

Fuel my love with

Melodies of your thoughts

Smoldering amber of passion

Overpowered by love

 My soul rest within yours

And I exist because of this

Drawing my strength from

Your heart beat as you sleep

Appreciate my irrationality

Of taking you everywhere I go

To save my life

Till to dust I return

And wake up beside you

Love for you I carry within

Is thorn in my bosom

Eons of silent severance

So I may sing the sweetest song

On bridge of dreams

Sleepless

When I wake up in the middle of nowhere

Still wet and breathless  

I think of all that I would say

If you were beside me

See rise and fall of your chest

Gentle snore I never heard

The only reason I continue to exist

Blooms of Dawn

What could be lovelier than

Waking to your whisperings

Warm breath on my neck

I sigh and turn

Eyes still closed

And let my wander to

That dark and secret place 

Abloom with a thousand baccara

Between sleep and wakefulness

Where dreams go to die

And poems are born 

Own Me In Fragments

Let me rub myself off
On your every morn.
A languid yawn,
Sweat imprint on your pillow,
Hair in your shower,
Wet towel on your bed.

Let me be clod of garden mud
Sticking at the hem of your trouser.
A forgotten kerchief
In the pocket of your tweed that
Your fingers brush against
Every time you put your hand inside
Let me be mote of dust
dancing around your head
In the slant of sunlight

Let my memory pluck sticks of frown
From your brow
before trickling down your neck
Let my kisses be lump of sugar
on your tongue that continue to
sweeten your mouth long after its gone.
Let my laughter tickle the inside of your lower lip
Keeping you awake late into
The sultry summer nights

There is no retrieving
Those pieces of me
That slipped and rolled under
Your kitchen sink
Or Removing my lipstick stain
From your shirt collar

Let moments and fragments
Fragments and moments
Be the only things we own
Never each other.

Song Of Mourning

I killed you today and buried you
under my bones
Now I walk the earth alone
There were no goodbye kisses
No promises
No entreaties
Maybe because you were dead
Long before I decided to do away with you

I should have known
From the way your name weighed
Heavy on my tongue
Dead weight of at least two stones
Caked with dry mud like
Rusted piece of iron lying discarded
Forgotten in some dank corner of garden
Choking me every time I rolled it
Over in my mouth
Filling me with stench

But those treacherous voices in my head
Chattered so loud
I could not listen your silence
You were probably dead long before
I planted those songs outside your window
Meant to harvest them on nights
You could not go to sleep
I have buried them now along with you
Somewhere deep within

I never thought I could survive
Sans shadow and light of your being
Moving within, fuel to my soul
A life force so strong that it conquered
A thousand tongues, a million fingers
Prodding, goading, pointing
Sly suggestions, shoulders shrugged
But here I am, dragging myself to
Where you said exists a world
Beyond expectations and commitments
Where love is a dirty world
Seldom thought, never spoken

Remain dead, beneath debris
Of bone china pillars I carved
With my fingernails till they bled
Shrapnel’s of tears, chipped dreams
Torn memories, dusty unlived tomorrows
Lost melodies, bloodied poems, ravaged songs
I put them all to rest with you and more
So stay buried forever
I hate goodbyes.

Fragrence of your Words

Fragrance of your words

Linger about me long after

You kiss me goodbye

I weave your laughter

Into my tresses

Tucking its resonance

Behind my ears

Halo of love around my head

Infinite pleasure

Amber of passion spawn

You get me high on amour

I kohl my eyes smoky

With remnants of night

Stowing away heady scent

Of crushed petals

For another time and day