By the end of every tunnel
There is always light, they said
Missing a moment I realized
There were no light but a tired train
I watched the driver’s finger stuck out at me in terror
Holding my
Arundhati checked her fingernails. They were dirty. “Oh I can’t trim them now…” she sighed and started opening the buttons of her night gown. She turned her face lazily towards the bed.
Nandan
An urge to survive
Surviving to exist
Existing to prove
Proving existence
Ridiculous hangover
Hangover from excessively consumed past
Past overwhelming present
Present troubled by each falling
Calms resembling death
And cold fingers
Undone hair and
Long slim frame
Against the full morning emptiness
Searching for a reflection
To color to paint to look beautiful
Tired eyes chasing
Poiana brasov
Year 2003
Mid of February.
It was beautiful. My first experience with real snow & pine trees. I don’t remember the day-I was lazily walking by the pedestrian lines. I felt the
morning coffee
gazes uncertain
a jerk by the corner
coffee stained
white table clothe
a sudden burning
naked corner of teapoy
shapes making fingers
and
a tear making coffee
yes...
let me give you dreams
and few meaningless words like
I am with you and
I hold you
never meaning them
then switching off lamps
watching my naked body
making shadows on whitewashed
When we are just human
And not gods
We can
Justify our mistakes
And repeat them.
Buy candles and through
Confessions purify our souls.
Cry for the dead and
Cry for those who we wish to see
Berserk
Bewildered
Bewitched
&
Mouth fell open
I watched it
Disappearing
In the whirlpool
&
My knees felt weak
I sat on the heap of sand
And smoked my last cigarette
Smoke rings born
The net was laid perfect
No chances for a rabbit to escape
The expertise of an experienced
Hunter and his flesh lust
I waited
And she ran into the trap
My favorite snow white rabbit
“Oh not
How long the lies
I decipher
Deep rooted within the hearts
And causing troubles
To my beloved only one
Going to grown and establish
As generations die and generations born?
Weak and tired
Discotheque extension to an altar
Gold or silver rings according the wallets
Combination of black suits, representing sadness for ever
White and long soiled end of bridal attire
Few signs here
you are my reflection
through you I survive
you are my final destination
every step I walk away
only brings me to you
and another morning
and another evening
and endless nights
my longings
Come to my temple
Naked feet
Leaving your collection
Of old dirty shoes
Outside the premise forever.
Come to me
To find the Consolation you aspire
And a place to wash off your sins
Lie
and then I want to go there
there where the green running deep
by the hearth
and there where my earth smells virgin
after the first rain
walking there naked feet
and rain dripping from my
By Morning 7:30 AM
“Toast is burned”
“Yeah? Then why don’t you make them self?”
“Where is my neck tie?”
“Don’t make me angry now!”
Few minutes later
“I am becoming late!!!”
“One more minute, I
Love is
Chocolates
And roses
Songs and darker corners
Of
A discotheque
Empty bottles of \'HIS\' blood
Slow thoughts
Less words and realization
Of
Passions
Pretence failing
What is
Do not fret
It’s my love eternal
Shaped into a shadow
-Falling everywhere you move.
Do not hate
It’s my evil charm always
Present behind
-Your nervous gestures.
Do not be afraid
It’s my
I need a name
To sign this poem
Written for you.
I shall write my new name
And leave a sign
In your soul.
Pay me your dreams.
I need another sheet of paper
To write you a love letter.
I
Love we felt
But we never had
-incomplete suffering.
Distance we traveled
But never reached
-incomplete destinations.
The songs we wrote
But never sang together
-incomplete
Let us wait one more moment
Facing each other
For the whistle of our destiny
Burning needs and throbbing hearts
Passion unmasked and
Reflected in our eyes
The touches those we can
Reading the last line
Carefully written-italic
I am closing this book
Of a never told fairy tale.
He fought he conquered
For his kingdom which was never his
He lost and won his
I do not even know whether-
You will ever read this letter.
I am getting married, again.
While started writing,
I thought I will be lavish
While writing, I realized, I am too poor-
And words
She mustn’t have slept a night
Driving eyes all over her I thought
Her eyes resembled dead fish
I wondered about my long haunted wish.
She leaned forward and picked a cigarette
I wondered