Thief

I have been searching,
Restlessly searching
For the words
That make a poem
Only to realise
That you have stolen them.

Heartbreak is great vocabulary.
Its not fair that I get the peace
And you get the words.

I want fair exchange.
When was it about an unfair trade?

Return them to me. Thief.

Star

Dazed as a star

Hanging in the sky

I dream, I dream

Of sleepless nights

Under the shadow of the sun

Singing, singing, deep into the night.

Laughing, laughing, laughing at the sky.

Light. Darkness. Shimmering flickers.

Silence. Endless silence in the heart.

There is no other way to describe it-

A laughing, hugging silence

That dances in acknowledgement,

That is living, breathing and relieved.

Happy as a star

Shimmering in the sky.

Love is in the air

It's one of those days,
When all I can feel is your love and protection
When all I wanna do is sit down and write
How I dreamt of you,
Last night,
When you knew nothiing of who I was
And when all the confessions
Ended in contractions
In my stomach.

It's one of those days
When romance is in the air
And all I want to do is think about you
And dream of you
And sit still, laughing in the moment that follows.

It's one of those days
When its raining inside because the sky outside
Is so beautiful.

It's just one of those days. I can't stop smiling
When I hear your voice.
I can't stop blushing when I see your eyes.

I wait,
In vain,
For your return.

At last

In a warm flush of happiness,

A gush of silence embalms.

The storm is over. 

And finally, there is silence within.

After the screaming and the shouting

And the crying and the hopelessness,

The heart is still, undisturbed.

We think we have so much to lose.

We think we can hurt.

We think we have so much to give.

It's burning. The sear of the scar is burning through me

Like hot arcid paste curdling in the chest.

And still, I can locate; I can finally locate again,

The place within which is still and silent;

Simply silent.

To rest. I head towards rest.

Death of a Friend

Bury the friends of yesteryear,

The friends of daylight, 

For the friends of yesterday 

Cannot be the friends of 

Today and tomorrow. 

Friends come and go.

All the time.


Like the tide. Like the wind.


Like the merry go round.


And still, everything remains the same.

Parchment, shore and autumn leaves

Your voice is like
A weather-beaten rock
On a cold chilly evening
When the sun
Is setting and
Its dusk.


Your voice is like
Quill scribbling
On Parchment;
Like the comfort of the
Stairs;
Like the ruffled feathers of a
Peacock.


It is rough
Like the rustling of
A torrent of leaves on
An autumn evening;
Like the friction of
Two stones. Rubbing
Together-
Like crackling fire
On a summer's night.


Its like the muffled
Assertion of a soul
In love-
Like the sigh of a
Meandering river
Finding its shore.