A blank…a blind Dull, curled corners, Dull, folded ends, A shape that lost its scent, A scent that gained a shade… A hollow…a shallow Dark, soiled letters, Dark, coiled matters, A thought that lost its

The sliced white of a fruit, like a metaphor to the urban dreams, lie unsurrendered  under the gaze of greed.    The graveled park of a path, like a child that ran  its field of

In the dissolving melt of sands, a drop of soul evolves to fall, then evades pouring into grains of sands. In the sketching kiss of skies, a whisper gathers to speak, then refuses deceiving into

Under its mellow touch  I sat.  Unheard, unspoken.  Carved against the wood,  insensing the broken back its travails, its turmoil  I touched its tale  with my alien trajectory.  Its rounded brownness framed my bashfulness.   

It is the dark border of my body, the hair, the traces. Locking and keying the lair of love, of memories. Its wetness soaking and drying the verse in my muffled throat. The first glance

The strangeness in the eyes of the once known, the sweetness in the bite of conversation once already gone. Let me serenade to this dance of serendipity, this tandav of the bejewelled memories once bequeathed.

The footsteps  on this ancient road  were new… to the Regal rates,  to the Leopold hues,  to the Jehangir muse  to this bazaar air and of course,  to each other.  In each other they mingled,

This night stripped of its sound, a black thread stretching endlessly, ceaselessly craving caressing this dawn lacking an image, a red ritual punctuated passionlessly.