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He was the hemlock to my lips,
Clung on him, was I, like he was the sail to my sunken shipStill like the air that prevails in spring,
And harsh like the one that winters bring,
He was the bittersweet joy budding within.Who knew beneath the veneers of his smile he hid,
Conspiracies of a destruction, so morbid?

Tap water

I let the tap water run through my toes. The cold water soothes me, the hot, burns my feet. Sometimes, the tap runs black water. I love looking at it. The way out flows, makes the bathroom floor black beyond vision. Black and void like the space. Sometimes I play with the black water, grab it in my hands and then let go and watch the black water streaming towards the drain in thin lines like the lines He prophesied and engraved on all of our palms. I watch it as the river of black slowly spreads on the floor- immersing it in its affection.At times I throw a handful of water at the ceiling. The ceiling recoils, at reflex, and then tears down on me. Not just the bathroom, courtesy to my escapades, the tap water immerses me too... in thoughts indecipherable, in worlds beyond my limits. I delve into imaginations that care not for the flowing hours, the non productive ness or the  lostness of no reason.Somewhere, probably just unique to my imaginations, the tap water and life runs parallel…

Leap of faith

I was writhing in pain,
Not having the knowledge of beauty
Or wisdom,
Or which even I was worthy of.
I was contemplating suicide, over dinner
When I gulped down a piece of hope.
The bitterness travelled down my gut
I took a plunge off the cliff into the depths of my ink laden notebook
And that's all it took to be alive again :That leap of faith.

Beyond reach

Night came by
and went back soon
She couldn't overcome
Her desire for the glittering moonSpring dissolved slow
Amidst the sultry afternoons
She hovered and chased the fragrant air
Like a solitary loon.Her love for all that
Beyond her reach
Ripped her soul in ways
No love could ever breach.


Sometimes, I just get tired of what I am. Tired of the same words, same syllables that come back to me again and again; blatant, unashamed.The sultry swamp of life drags
me back into the cobwebs of my dilapidated existence.Sometimes, I wish I could disappear from here because this slow putrefaction is hard to bear. The everyday disappointments melancholia, the little things that put me off.  The millions of things I pretend to be.I search for myself beneath the veneers of the freckle laden flesh that camouflages me. I search for myself amidst the myriad of bodies jostling in a crowd, making noises that encroaches into the mindly solitude and numbs me till I hear the echo of a deathly silence. Sometimes, silence cajoles my body into an irrevocable state of paralysis. I let the feeling sink deep down, deeper until I can
count every breath leaving the lungs and feel every little speck of happiness ebbing away with the chillyDecember wind.

Off to the sunset

A beam of sunlight enters through my window, at dawn , exposing the stark nakedness of my dark flesh against the white sheets that bear the testimony to last night's mishap.The streak of light rejuvenates me and a flick of grin colours my face. With you, some days might end with a sigh and some others with a cry. But at dawn when I feel your warm breath against my neck and your fingers reconstructing the hieroglyphs of destiny etched on my palm, I know for sure, you are the one with whom I will walk off into the sunset.


I always dreamt of falling in love with the beauty of the numerous shades of gray in his soul. I dreamt to live the stories and beseech the latent desires he kept untold.
'Dreamt of being the woman, to whom, his love he sold
I guess, I was the misfit by default...


Look at how the air fills with petrichor,
As we drop our clothes to the insouciant floor
and step into the realm of each other's soul
The smile fading from your lips
And the words slipping away from mine...Look at how we enrapt ourselves
To the moonlight flooding on dusty bookshelves
Lost in vague imaginations of the past
Silence stills, as love evokes
And pretentious facades corrode like rustLook at how we see beyond sight
The way your hands explore black and white
The dampened breaths that crave to speak
Untold stories, refuse to seepFrom blood to bones,
And bones to soul
Look at how we make love to all.


His footprints stilled
on my dust clad soul
And as epiphany drilled in,
I knew his destinations were in the clouds.
Like an abandoned feather,
I let love go
and soar into an unending voidHe leaves,
and leaves in me the pain of a procrastinated dilapidation...

Sinful magnificience

So distant is she from me,
as distant I am from him
His love so painful,
lost in an unethereal gleam.The vivid images that flash about
in and out,
reminisce every ecstasy
of those lost and forgotten dreamsHis muse be of sinful magnificence
and this void
thrusts upon me,
like the devil cursing in whispering screams...


Look at her, from long afar
Watch her picking broken souls
On which life drilled ruthless holes
With the jar of love stored in her,
A salve for the sinned, and sinner.But if, my dear, you look close by,
You'll  discover how it is a lie.
She hides the ruins that love wreaked much,
Her tale of grief; Oh! is as such.
And yet she knew of the power love holds
For she gives, she loves and exploresHeals herself more than those souls
Slow with time as life unfolds...