Sympathy

The undulating curves of fate
floated
in the sky,
abandoning even nominal references to
silent screams for sympathy.

Driftwood

The driftwood of memories clutter my living room
Like carefully collected antiques with -
Old turquiose inlay work on ivory of -
Dried tears.

They look at each other with sombre
Smiles - some smirks and some genuine:
And I often join them with a moist heart
And some sarcasm laced whiskey.

The End

I am thus,
a conclusion.
Where what went and where what comes
Is thus recorded, precised in me.
An abstruse statement of ardent desire and spent dawns,
I am thus, as you say, THUS.
A conclusion.

Obsession

We married each other like
The princes marry a honeycomb
I was quivering with the spasms
Of a bow, as an arrow leaves its hearth
Till now, it was a clean sweep
of smiles and roses over melting candles,
But when the honeycomb melts iself to
Build fragrant lighthouses
I feel a repugnance for life.
Till the moment I loved
I was happy with red tapes
And when the man inside began to speak
I felt a repugance for life.
Till death do us part
And death played truant,
Sent a cavalier, lied and smothered me
With songs of carols,
When my rosaries of tears will
make me sing for easter.
Am I too disgusted, or am I demented?
Or AM I POSSESSED?

A Dialogue

"HER"
In an attempt
To cut all the dead wood
Floating in the vaporous abstractions
I snapped my own roots.
Now I float rootless
Trying to plant myself somewhere
In some distant land
That exists only in my dreams.
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"HIM"
A sliver here and a sliver there
Of mold and moss. Green
Like tadpoles dead in a deluge
Of promises of a new Spring.
And so I am, I search,
A lumberjack planting trees
Of those dreams in lustrous farmlands
Of my unkempt, beautiful tomorrow.

Tête-à-têtes Of The Dreams

"HER"
My day is tunnel of light with patches of darkness
Light places a strip on my eyes
And darkness reveals the world to me
"HIM"
Torches of dreams lure me to the distance
Yet I love my penumbra of unclear truth,
Just refusing to reveal myself
Dreams are butter;
They spread over my existence like soft, instantantial toast
Only to go down my throat,
Like
A quick breakfast
And nourish me through realism of the masses
They are also there at places in my head
Like, clearings of tie and die clothes
I die and I live, still measuring how much I live and
How much I live
Also like clean aanchals
Laugh they do, with ducks sewn on them
And then wipe my tears,
Into small mirrors tied in tight threads.
They then wrap around my existence,
Making it seem lissome and blithe with a vibrant redness
Of the flushes from an unguent caress
Of a prodigal and truant lover's lace.
"HER"
I poured reason in two wine glasses
Raised one above my head
And poured it into my life
"HIM"
And they flowed into my liver like any other wine
Only that they were of the color of my solitude
Smiles are such nice a nice facade of water
Looks like a waterfall in elegant cascade
And I dream and dream again.