Dreamers

There's no beginning
And there is no ending
For the love that reins
In our hearts

At times it is broken
Sometimes it's mending
We are together
Although we are far

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's a river
That flows within us

When silent desires
Take shape of shadows
We strain darkness
of the night with our eyes

And there's no defeat
In the way that we're loving
We are two broken pieces
of a single star

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's this river
That flows between us...

Sleepwalking

Are you talking to yourself
In your dream
Or are you walking half awake
In your sleep
Do you wake up every morning
All alone

Now I am wonder where you are
And I am wonder what you do
You are a star who’s shining bright
Though the Sun is shining through
Though pretences never cease
Never put your mind at peace
They are always troubling you

Are you walking all alone
On the street
With no place left to go
You retreat
Do you sit there on a ledge
With your phone

Are wondering what to do
With the thoughts that are in your head
Do the words they pass you by
All the words that I’ve said
The distances never cease
Never put your heart at peace
They are always trawling you

Sleepwalking through...
Sleepwalking through....
Sleepwalking with you.....

What I feel for you

What i feel for you
Is what the sky feels for the sun
Even if it singes
But who else could
Paint the sky such shades of gold
Light it up with such desire

Absences

The yellow Sun you left behind
has turned crimson. Now i make love
to your absences. I scourge the wind
cause it doesn't bring your
Words to me. And your voice
is an absence, not even an echo.

The moon has come to my rescue
the same moon that climbed up
over Devlali, lighting our path
on the way to the river which
flowed behind our house
that night is an absence
Now i am left with moontide.

And i drown in these absences
Like darkness of the night
Which can only hold light
Just enough to see.Those stars
are all absent, the same stars
That lit up Pondicherry that night
In your embrace is absent.

Same city which was called
another name.
Another city with two names
Those cities are lost
Absent like you and me.

Untitiled

I write a poem to send you
Look how they pile up
on my bed. Each one for a day
I have not whispered 'I love you'
over the phone. My voice now

drowned in the din
of the ceaseless rain outside.

The Train to Nowhere

 One word for her – Ethereal

One word for him – Melancholy

They meet on the train to Nowhere. Melancholy asks ‘Where are you from Ethereal? She says, ‘from out of this world’. ‘And what about you Melancholy?’ he replies, ‘from a place halfway between joy and sorrow.’

They cast silent gazes on each other and nod.

What do you do? Melancholy asks Ethereal, ‘I fill up white spaces. I write, she says.  ‘And I suppose you are a poet’ with a wry inquisitive smile, she prods him.

‘But, how do you know. We’ve never met before, I can’t remem...’ ‘We know our names, don’t we? And don’t trust memory, it’s full of deceit’ interjects Ethereal.

Melancholy shifts his gaze out of the window, framing the world passing him by with a rhythmic strut of the eyelashes; storing memories for another time. Ethereal follows suit.

As the light fades, their eyes start to light up like those of Jaguars in the wild, untamed.

It’s almost twilight; he resembles a Zen master, some sort of sorcerer from another world. And she a sea which comes to a still after centuries of yearning, consumed in this moment, like it was all that she ever wanted.

Their gaze is stoic now, unlike the train, which is slowly gathering speed, chugging, bellowing, and cutting the wind in the tunnels into jagged wails of longing.

Soon her eyes turn to his long slender fingers, streaming out of his palm which lay on top of the other, snug on his thighs. Her swan-like white fingers are drawn to his, aching to rest, dance the unfinished dance.

She swiftly makes her move, gliding over to his side - a veil of warm air separating them. He could feel her pulsing presence next to him. The wrinkles on his face vanish with the constant stream of cold air ringing through the window.

Her breath grows louder, bit by bit, drowning the whir of the wind, and her lips brim with auras like a mythical star. She draws closer to him, sliding her fingers into his, catching a glimpse of the lines on his palm. Her memory forgets.

Then suddenly his eyes twirl and he wantonly turns his face. And just when his eyes lock into hers; it’s static, and they burst into flames. 

Leaving behind only laughter; Melancholic and Ethereal

The train keeps chugging along to Nowhere...

Ritual of Love

You go on inventing myth
And I play along like a fool
You Orange crested like the Sun
Brimming at the horizon
Pull me deep with the waves
Into the belly of the ocean
There's a secret place
Continent of Indigo swirls
Celebration..!!
Of the Pastoral world

You ask me, ''Partake this ritual"
You ask me, ''Partake this ritual"

of Love.