Funeral Pyres of Our Love

Heat waves of wrath must have vandalised our love letters-For my heart is a simmering wildfire,Choked by the funeral pyres of our love.I try and try and try to wash it’s indelible soot off,So callously it taints every hand intertwined with mine. You gave me this souvenir- a crooked smile;The gravity of nostalgia has effaced…

A Million Letters of Apology

I feel like a fraud-My tears camouflage in my mother’s cup of tea– an illegal alien.I send a million letters of apology for the sour aftertaste in her perfect drink,For the part of me so desolate. I feel like a fraud-There’s a room inside my room,The blue of it’s walls sometimes leaks:Wrecks every trophy, every…

M Was Never a Soldier

I lost M in the middle years,When I left her for beautiful people.One could never hear her silence in the front row,She never left the chair against the window. I lost M in the crowds,When her species had betrayed her.I lost M in the clouds,Everyday her city smothered her. I lost M in the battlefield,For…

If Every Fallen Leaf

If every fallen leaf was a letter from me,Would you pick them up and keep them in your wallet?Would you hear my words as they rustle on the ground around you?Would you smile when the wind kisses your cheeks and caresses your hair,For some part of it could be me?Would you leave a trace of…

History of My World

The tannic rust devoured little stardust in my books,A line without a hook, the ones who’ve seen things end,the ones who’ve lost a friend, and the ones who will;The Sun will play with you a game of hide and seek in the rain,I’ll sit beside you with your pain.The folks and mystics ended centuries agothat…

For a Christmas

Almost like a ritual, it’s followedEvery year end; the pitythe grieving For being born in the wrong century.Reverse the hourglass, borrow the lightsfor the present.Gloom treads silentlywhile Joy is loud, twas my destiny as a recluse- to paint my house blue. Among the rubies red and candy canes,lay somewhere the glasses of champagneand my hope,…

Sing to Me a Poetry

Sing to me – a poetryFrom your gallantry warsOr in your blue welkins,For decrees of Apollo, or Art. In the loneliest plains –Burrowed in the Birth River,Framed in my heart, a souvenirTo thrive like Sylph – evermore. In mirth and void, the Suns and joy;In frost and death, the carols and laments,Will linger thy sounds…

Gentle Wave of Cruel Time

The mornings of bright skies,The moments of open eyes.Misery grounded in the mind,Minutes pass for us to survive. I know of a man with a courageous heart,I sing to him and he comes for me.Even so do the birds not sing for us?Does the Sun not set for us? Hands of the clock tick-tockLouder than…

Roots to Keep

Dear Palms of my houseIn the sordid soil of my townYou’ve seen these walls turn to dustNested cuckoos and hummingbirdsChanging lives with changing seasonsAn old soul lost, a new one born. Draped in lights of white in November,You’ve seen ours going out all at once.The echoes of my mother’s scolds lie in your woods,Sweat and…

Dreamcatcher

Steam from my kettle,Raindrops on my dress;Satin strings and a moonlit dance.Dead flowers in my broken vase,Scentless memories of the past.My favourite colour is her favourite smell;Countless memoirs of my descent. Sounds of my hometown across three rivers,Meet me on the lonely hill.O, do not let your rage dampen these!My only solace, my loved company.I…