Monday, April 10, 2017

Monday, August 29, 2016

carry your cross

and when the time comes
He will carry you over His shoulder
inside out
to crisp your soul

Wednesday, February 4, 2015


it is not those beautiful feathers you fly with; for flying, it is wings you need.

Friday, January 30, 2015

let me bask in the sun
oh! what do you know
how much fun it was
to toss you around
and lose you

oh my! 
do lose me too.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Saturday, January 10, 2015

we re

If you really want to hear about our story,
you'll probably want to know how we first met, 
and what our lousy first date was like,
and when we first kissed,
and how we decided to make this our little world,
and all that mushy crap they feed you in the movies, 
but if you want to know the truth, let me not begin.


the world's a crcus


I remember places by the way they taste


it was a wicked Friday evening,
an evening akin to the final chapter of a gripping romantic tale,
and he didn’t know what he was doing in office.

Monday, October 27, 2014

(look here)

we interact not with words, nor gestures; we sit beside each other and stare into spaces that we know in our hearts are only ours

Monday, August 11, 2014

thou shalt
keep firing
fictitious bullets
into facts
to breaketh
the sharply design'd
constructeth of thy foe
- penultimate commandment; the courtroom

Friday, August 8, 2014

I propose
you drift with me
into nothingness,
float around
borderless spaces, 
experience a certain
lightness of being
I pray not
for wisdom;
if it so came
with the tooth
I’d have it extracted

Tuesday, May 27, 2014


live my life on lease
for a while
then, you may choose
to play it till the end

this is the least
i can do, my dear friend
to heal you

Monday, May 26, 2014

the artist

"trust me", he said
"you'll forget it all within a second", snapping his fingers

Thursday, May 22, 2014

"i assure you am not jealous", he said
"i just wish you dead for following my dream"

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

you're most vulnerable when you think you're invincible, and you are

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

those pictures are the only proof she has left
of how much her parents once loved each other

the prestige

what's going on?! I was to be him by now.
oh, what's the world come to. a yawn travels faster than a smile.

Monday, March 10, 2014

never man

a boy, not a man
no matter how much I can
take on
hold on
carry on
a boy, not a man
no matter how much I can
lay out
make out
break out
a boy, not a man
for I never can

Sunday, March 2, 2014

"i want to have your children", she whispered in his ear pouring out some oil into the boiling cauldron.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

rear view mirror

let me begin from the start
where I am
at the fag end of my life
in the hope I can live

Friday, August 16, 2013


“there came a day
the fiery red lips
decorating the lord’s bed
were caught slyly pouting
at the butler”, described
the watchmaker
“and the triumphant servants 
broke into a boisterous roar”

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Monday, July 22, 2013

tattoo nation

scraping those wounds
must become a habit;
unless, you are better
at narrating stories
from the past.
then, it is
scars you must go for

Monday, July 15, 2013


I will sleep for you
dream your dream
take the pain away

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

flippant desires

you lead me to a place
I have been before
only now
my beard excites the trolls
and they remain
tempting as ever

Thursday, May 23, 2013

the lakehouse

when the pendulum swings
disproportionately to the
settling sand
dimensions of space
aren’t linear no more
you only have a split second
to decide where you ought to be

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

the prophecy

of toothless smiles and broken embraces
unaccounted miles and lost traces
on a country road by a tree
waiting for Godot
they must be warned

Monday, March 18, 2013


spending measured nights, awake
strumming life's unproportionate segments
albeit leisurely

haute couture

buttoned up to the top
with precious little stones
embellishing the cuff
and additional strip of cloth
securing the neck
is not what I signed up for,
protests the boy
scampering around
in torn boxers, just.


accusing a flippant heart, convenience is underplayed

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

role play

screw your fantasy, she said
you do not play me well
and it is uncomfortable being you

Sunday, March 10, 2013

source code

his fingers
like magic
through clay clumps
dumped on
spinning wheels

does he though
bake them 
at their best..
or his?