AN EGG

Ripped from my skin,

I serve you.

Boiled and

Delicious,

I serve you.

I serve you

The dead meat;

The life inside.

TISSUE PAPER

I am fed up with this tissue paper.

Each time I try to wipe myself clean,

The past sticks with me.

I want to free myself

From all the shits of the world.

Cleanse myself with holy water;

Absolve from sins &

Free from traces of History.

So that I can start a new day;

A new sun

With my ass thoroughly cleaned.

THE CASTLE

Under the needles called buildings

And below the thread called roads,

They stitched a castle

Out of tins and rags;

Wastes and dusts.

The castle shines to those

Who dwell in there and to the rest

It existed never.

When the sun lits

The creatures of castle crawl

To devour the things above;

And they,

in return,

 Come out of light;

Become shadows;

Swallow the others in their castle

When night reigns.

But;

They remain deaf to each other

As always.

As the city spreads its legs,

The castle grows

And shines in its cracks.

A SLEEP

When the moon rises in a blanket,

I sink into a carpet.

The cobra wraps around me;

The cobwebs of my room snarl at me;

The lizard at the long worn out tube light pities me.

I tremble;

Pull my parts;

Closer.

A lump of flesh;

Lie;

Just lie;

Afraid to sleep.

A TOOTHBRUSH

For a day of sixteen hours,

I ate two full mangoes,

Some sand & some smoke

And YOU.

YOU tasted bitter,

So I drank some of my tears.

For a night of eight hours,

I chewed some straw

And YOU.

After all had happened,

I took my toothbrush

And wiped out everything.

My mouth now fresh;

Teeth clean:

Ready for some more mangoes,

More sand & more smoke

And some more YOU.

A MURMUR

A million years ago,

When the days were tender like pillows

And nights warm like blankets;

When the sun and moon sang duets

And even ants were at content;

I was with you.

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My head on your lap;

My left ear bridging the space between your thighs;

Your face above mine;

Your hair like clouds shadowing me.

I was floating in a sweet dream.

You murmured a song,

Rather a hymn,

Or just a tune

Right through my right ear;

The most enchanted one ever.

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When the dogs made me wake up;

Little ants were crawling through my ears.

The day felt like hot iron;

The night pierced like blue arrows

And you were no more near.

From that day on,

Each moment I remember.

I walk for the suns and the moons

Looking for not you; Oh sweet one!

But for your murmur.

My ears pick stones

From lullaby to Ave Maria;

From shrieks of crows to the songs of whales;

From thrashing of waves to sighs of trees

And from all the sounds of History.

My eyes burn the papers;

The scriptures;

The parchments; the testaments;

The book of life and the book of death

And all the libraries of human race.

All my life,

I am trying to decipher

Your last song;

Last hymn;

Your lost murmur.

A BIRTH

When the sun was ripe,

I sowed a seed

Deep inside you.

You opened up

Like a sunflower;

Opened a thousand of petals.

Thousands of petals &

Thousands of colors,

Thousands of suns &

Thousands of mirrors…

I picked one

From the yellow of you.

It stared me back

Like a gazing tower;

Stared all the stars of the sky.

Stars of the skies &

Waters of seas,

Creatures of earths &

Fruits of trees…

I plucked a fruit

And gave it to you.

You closed your arms

Like a waiting bower;

Tuned a song out of winds.

Songs & hymns

And songs & hymns,

Lit your face &

So did mine…

A MUSE

Waking up is easy,

Lying down tough.

Hardened my butt.

Doing has been good,

Thinking worse.

Pierced me like love.

PIGEONS

Now, they have even dragged the sun to the horizon.

Pecking the earth for food grains

Even yesterday’s newspaper.

Chattering, humping and jumping on each other.

Talking for their wordless nights and tiresome days.

And here, I am watching them,

Shattered in a crumpled sheet of unyielding love,

Howling with you, Anamika…

You are sleeping,

Sleeping like an innocent fetus inside the egg-shell

Rested in their apartment nest.

In a delirium, here I am,

Battered, pampered,

Struggling with alphabets of love, sex and confusions.

Restless in a loveless-night, nightless-moon,

Incompatible company, Anamika…

Envying them,

There, the flock of them.

A BOOK

In your long life,

You swallowed

A flower, a kiss

And a few caresses.

Last night,

I swallowed you

To find all lost,

Turned to ashes.

RAIN

I waited for you

Day and night;

Night and day.

You saw my vow,

My sweat &

My moan.

Touched by it,

You flew from heaven

To earth.

Poured down on me

All your blood &

Tears.

I gaped my mouth,

Took you inside

To keep a souvenir.

A DREAM

Now that I have let my lids close my eyes,
My mind opens the lids to the magic drum.


A sweet little butterfly wakes up with a yawn,
Brushes its teeth with my skull,
Flatters its wings
And a strawberry colored dust swallows my cranium.


The sweet little butterfly surfaces on my forehead,
Gallops towards the blazoning sun.
Inside the flames,
It sails to the Garden of Eden.


Anchors itself on a purple flower
And suddenly the flower changes
Its color, shape and size.
Your face emerges from the silhouette of the flames.
The sweet little butterfly drinks the honey
From your glistening lips.
And all of a sudden, the drum beats
To make me stand on my feet.

A STORY

Among kings and peasants,

War and sermons,

I look for you.

From rivers and mountains,

Scrubs and trees;

From a world outside,

I borrow you

To keep inside mine.

I AM STILL ALIVE

Opened are my wounds

Under the monstrous sun.

Cracked, wrinkled, withered/weathered

And drained to my skulls.

I long for the dark clouds of Her hair

Hovering over my blurred sky;

Moist air that fills cracks/hearts

Flowing from Her shivering lips.

I am on my death-bed,

Waiting for a drop of Her ooze.

Not to quench my thirst, Oh Brother!

But to feel my tongue,

To tell the swellheaded sun

That I am still alive.

A FAN

Last night, in fleet of a second
I rose up from the pillow and sheet
To become a fan.
For a time uncountable,
I circulated air
Around my empty bed.


There was a moment
When I saw me
All cuddled up against mom.
Looking through blue buttons
To the empty space
Where the blades now strain.

A CALENDER

My calendar is filled with your faces.

Each day leveled

With your presence and absence.

Now that my inks have lost their colors,

Your face becomes the calendar.

Each wrinkle

Marks a date.

AN EMBRACE

A candle in my window flickers the night away.

A western wind sneaks through and becomes flames.

In a storm of desire, caresses my hair, lips and all the privates.

Loosens my night gown, lofts me naked;

Huddles me to distant lands.

To a land where the shadows whisper His name.

Resplendent in the darkness He stands

Taller than the houses and the trees.

Gazes upon me from the darkness of the sky

And the wind becomes His hands.