Twist

Turquoise moon
Stain my ivy leaves
Hold thy seven autumns and my widow
Your wolves silent among my sheep

I am he that vanquished semblance
arousing spectres of forgotten portraits
Dance with my pale red statues
rest your dry eyes on my wet plate

"Smile with me,my pungent jasmine"
through cobwebbed drapery where I swoon
Weave me a twist that drenches my shores
under the horned diana, I dwell.

Rain

Through the shades of grey and white
watches a shadowed dimension so plush
that stirs the leaves of poetic solace
and whispers a verse to the robes of dust
Stigmata still stains her cheeks
atop the parapets where lonely she sits
naked,she sways to the feather's fall
in an overthrow of the soft woven light
Small prisms, like a parting gift
sniff orchids that opened after dusk
feed on her wide spread grin and wait
for it's the fall of the uncaged

Traitor

Two pairs of jeans hang on the cabinet that houses my books, cds, cassettes that I bought back in jalandhar. Some empty DVD cases which have been opened more than a dozen times on a weekend peep out as if looking for their occupants.

Me and my brown chair, legs crossed next to the monitor, a keyboard with half the alphabets missing due to continuous typing, my long lost airtel internet bill, a webcam that's indifferent to my presence, a dark-chocolate wrapper with some fragments of brown heaven stuck on its edges, pairs of socks that don't stink anymore, a towel that wipes my black heart every morning, a bottle of water to douse the fire in my belly, a headset to bring the distant ones closer, a recently used black marker - xylene and toluene free..it says!

I wonder if i'll ever need humans.

The first breath

The curtain falls when she leaves the stage

Tranquility…She gasps! But the void prevails

Through the corridors of malice and pretense she walks

Where the dark effigies once wrote a paean on the peach pillar

And temptation weaved a labyrinth of sins

Unchained doors celebrate her arrival

To open, they close her wooden edifice

The departure of her white mascara

Trails down her lucent gown

Whilst the fragrance of her jasmine vapours stings the air

She turns around to look at the scars of faith

The regal baits of flashlights call her

Her hand atop her mired feet

Her emerald eyes and pink sunshine

A carpet so hoary, a dais so high!

Coalesce

Through the diaphanous curtains of mist
On the deserted road he stood
Gazing at his insolent parallels
Aloud, his Embodiment of impudence watched.

The leaves silently fell
To cover the trail of his footsteps
A path unknown he walked
For nowhere else invited him.

He spread his arms wide
And hugged his perpetual solitude
He was searching for solace
Midst his countless contusions

He wanted them to macerate
To subside and depart
But only if he knew
He was walking towards them, more of them.