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

twice

calypso

“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”

#

i tread along your eyelid, over tears for boulders

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

#

I will sleep for you

dream your dream

take the pain away

#

i wrote this in slow mo

#

a loafer of a bread

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

#

scaredscarredsacred

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

#

wrapping her in cellophane

kills me with the noise

#

the suddenness of you is unbearable on my skin

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

cacaphony

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

role play

screw your fantasy, she said

you do not play me well

and it is uncomfortable being you

source code

his fingers

move

like magic

through clay clumps

dumped on

spinning wheels

does he though

bake them 

at their best..

or his?

play III

under her lips

his beard tickles

over his

her fragrance settles

spoken words

know no place

no more

baise moi

the cape’s been stitched

to fit your size

cans of spinach

dumped in your cherry-topped van

mushrooms, in dozens

tucked in the pocket of your weathered overcoat

why, we dare you save her world!

the cottage

to the left

a sofa

scarred of whiskey and cigars

and copious moments

rather concealed

to the right,

the exquisite scream

adorning the wall

else bare

mostly

behind,

a chimney

smoking

of chicken breasts

crackling on the stove

ahead,

an unlatched wooden door

greeting the long winding road

to nowhere

alice's curious labyrinth

she got 

white rabbits to shoot

butterfly breads to toast

caterpillars to grate

mock turtles to roast

yet get up in time 
to work in the majestic palace
of the royal queen of hearts

the temptress

"how many seconds
does your moment comprise?", asked 
the woman, contemplating

"depends", said 
the man
"on how many 
you are willing to compromise"

the last resort

only a spectacular fall

can elevate you

from the plaguing mediocrity

my blueberry nights

well-wrapped passengers

snuggling in my bogie

chugging past hogsmeade

make me wonder

if they've strolled

holding hands

on the notorious

streets of new delhi

maybe, i say

maybe

ED tv

tuck the pillow

between your legs

when you sleep tonight

unless

you wish the world

to read your mind

#

the silence of your breath intimidates me

the watchmen

“won’t you save my soul?”

pleaded a woman

abandoned on a desolate street

and they turned up in numbers

“save mine too”

wailed another
this time from the crowd

and they stared at her

“it was a weekend well spent”

boasted the men

retiring to bed

the vacation

walk with me into the wild

and i will walk out alone

i promise i will

wagging tongues

he tore through the woods

sniffing like a hound

hiding so long, he murmured

setting her on fire 

bazaar

tiny splinters of dust

dancing to the tune of your breath

in the stream of moonlight

sneaking through the window

tell me you are not a virgin

chandramukhi

i swallow

days like pills

with a glass

full of tears

will you not

cry for me?

arm candy

why do you

wear kohl

he asked, concerned

your tears

always

mess it up

[framed]

see

i even love

your carcass

with those

beautiful

pieces of

intricately

crafted

bones

why couldn't

you offer

to shed your

thick skin

last night?

relive

bursting at the seam

by convention

her tattered body

let her 

                               soul

slip away

chopped, intricately

she knew

flipping burgers

into the oven

will not serve well

till she did not

plaster them

with his juicy 
pieces of flesh

tenderly dipped 
in molten cheese

times please

his feet are freezing

with the warmth

her body casually

offered his

in that 

moment

that will bind

what’s left in

their lives