Infidelity

A candle burns somewhere in the room. A pleading voice weeps somewhere else, ‘don’t leave me’; there are hushed whispers that play along with the untimely monsoon breeze. An unapologetic moon hangs carelessly from the navy sky; its beam being the only company to the candle that burns away with the pleading that goes on. …

Rebel Poet

        One day he will sing his song. And the words will drip from his lips, Ripened with strength. Strong plants will grow from the seeds His aging hands are sowing. He will hold your broken hand In his mouth like a wolf, Then tell you what you write is admirable. He …

Cremated Remains

I am, The upside-down carcass of everything You loved and desired, But now you look at me with such disdain. Dead and rotten, Twisted and hung On display-for you to see. I am, The cremated remains of the happiness We’d forgotten, that still floats around in the air. If you breathe in, You might still …

Ambrosia

Someone once told me to take this tragedy inside me and to turn it into art; to paint the walls with my broken heart. So I picked up my palette of mistakes, of strewn bed-sheets & of hands-held and I prayed to a god I did not believe in, for an ending to a story …

Ebb

In a trickle, In a heartbeat. As fickle, As you make it. Pulverized visitants, Where’s your call for arms? Saved the spear, Fighting ghosts of bygone charms. Assassins craving comfort, Like throwing rocks at a river. The water doesn’t get hurt, And you can’t tell one feeling from the next, ever. The time has come, …

Trapped

The room still smells of the perfume phial that you broke. The stench of cigarettes still haunts the blanket. As I sit in one corner, They remind me of you. I want to escape. But I am a masochist. You are like a hangover, That keeps me running back to the bar, Where you drink, …