Belonging

You came searching for this
poem that would create
such a catastrophe, but more
of beauty - blooming out of it
like the rain in the poem
that you found by your window. Where


every mood is a allegory
to our moments, you came to
me wrapped in gold with a wreath
of Frangipanis in your hair, like the night
with the blurry Moon in your eyes
like sadness inside a memory
but more like joy in my heart
you came to me like the rain comes
wild and soft, humming a melody
like a Myna, like an eternal song
lilting on my lips.

The Ruins

Against the fading light of eastern skies. And

all the stories winter speaks. Hush the lips

like dry river beds. Tears are frozen

shiny beads. Trees wear a shade of

withered brown. The once taut skin

is peeling off. Eyes are hollow empty

sockets. The air it reeks of your

sin. I gasp for breath and angels

weep. Now this town has lost

its sleep. The larks have flown

to a distant shore. Love

 doesn't live here anymore

Freefalling...

The words you speak
Are soft, porous, unending
Like the disheveled clouds
Spread across our
incoherent existence. We

are trapped in a maze
Amaze our minds. With
a daily drub of inconsequentials
We’ve become a habit. Now

you stomp your foot
And I tap my heart. Feel
the rhythmic vibrations. Listen
to the music that we make.

We traverse the world. Drift
back to the same place. Trace
our hearts with charcoal. As we
burn and lift up like ambers
of dead winter wood. I

melt like the receding
Glaciers in your eyes. And
you like the virgin
Rainforests of yore
Forever green, grow.

Sure there is madness
In this not knowing,
In this free falling,
In this letting go.