how lonely are the hills?
these pathways aren’t
silent
just asleep.
Calculating Chaos
Ambulance sirens,
background television noise,
stray dogs howling, louder.
Honey
a taste of sweetness
collected from a sour world
Damsel In Distress
the opening scene of many plays but the resolution of none.
Read More Damsel In Distressnever
never tried a cigarette like I have tried smokers
Read More neverMirage
When you sip a taste of their faraway thoughts, you have a longing for more. Like an unwrapped gift. Like something shipped. Like a faraway person in a distant terrace, visible but unheard. But if they are as close to your window as trees and their frequent phone calls, random fights, casual fucks, and crying […]
Read More MirageBreathing Skin Deep
Tonight I see a shadow of me against the wall. Actually half shadow. There’s no one at the terrace, just me, my breath, and dim phone light. I see the bats hovering over and empty roof tops. I always wonder what so important can people be doing inside their build up walls that they never […]
Read More Breathing Skin DeepHalf filled!
From one sip to two, from neat to bottom’s up, from being in a mood to get into the mood, how far can we excuse to drink it to death. Till the very last breath, will you still be holding a cigarette in your hand, and pour the rum down your neck. Shouting cheers and […]
Read More Half filled!Flesh
We are all flesh afterall… Some new, some old. Wearing layers of clothes Hiding, showing at one’s own note. Stretching, itching, bleeding, Covering, feeling, stinking. Some pinch, hurting. Sun’s heat burning, With every degree rise, sweating. With every drop, shivering. Can’t be at ease for all. Every action is acted upon. Every touch, felt close. […]
Read More FleshInto The Fades Of Dehra..
Oh! The lush of wild in me Used to be so many trees, I’ll tell you about the counts Not one, nor two, there were hundreds around. And how the wind swirled in them. The old colonel always gave that grin. Swore he never felt the chill. But beneath that cloak of sheep’s skin […]
Read More Into The Fades Of Dehra..Kissing With Knives Out
should it matter
if you cut me
but say that’s love?
failing to do so. . .
I have seen that look many times
way before I met you,
way before you could ever happen, and un-happen.
learnings from a 4 am sob
growth can look different at 12, 22, 32, and 40, but a growing heart, not so much.
Read More learnings from a 4 am sobpoeming after a while
my words are cheap,
they come easy,
a natural flow,
Bus Rides
All the places that we don’t halt at,
doesn’t seem to be a part of our story.
aaumsy 