Drooping Lids

Like it was pain of sea.

The waves are not rising.

You remember the depth

of eyes, of heart,

when you cannot read the

face of shadows.

So much soundless crying.

The birds have gone

to distant shores

for ... more

Wafer-Thin

Wearing a straitjacket

you come out in open.

This was a black day.

You were not invited.

The economy smells of stale fever.

A pungent smoke rises

from the joints.

A decision drifts. Scare of

paper bomb stills―

the flow of ... more

Tulips Were Coming

Schizoidly I walked

with the moon― by night/

when you slept―

in my eyes.

I will leave my shadow

behind, one day

in dark.

Death is no exit. There was

no clear message for withdrawl.

The enemies were drawing near.

I will ... more

With Invocation

I will call you

in a moon night-through

a fragile letter,

for extracting the end of beginning

to do a Houdini

to escape from the straitjacket

of your own commitment.

Decades on-

the house still carries the smudges

on the walls, where ... more

Whom To Believe

It sets me off

when you bring up

afterlife.

With upturned

snout, the asp, enters

the hole.

Emptiness

fills the gaps. Somewhere

words join. Become a sentence.

Tumbling Over

Standing in the centre of a circle,

trying to reach the periphery.

Was it a mistake―

to exhume the entombed

injury?

The bloody withdrawl

takes you back to brown

earth from the red sea.

How would you receive,

that you don't ... more