Mañana

Unattainable emotions disembark from irreducible mist of thoughts;

Dressed in quartz, dressed in alphabets, dressed in unleashed plots;

They have lost the jacket of words,

Been accumulating them so long, in so many monsoon nights,

Tonight they have devoured the sonorous thunders of pride.

Hopelessly tearstained they stand amidst

Unfathomable explosions of wounded chimes in abandoned temples.

They witness vacillation of customary solutions

To embellished music of sounds and words.

A poetic wilderness has been breaking the waters

To reason with the unreasonable dismay, solitude and silence;

Surfaced, seeking its own space amidst the flaming constellation of noteworthy expressionism

Translating the absence, the salt, the bitten into a midnight souvenir of poetry

Yet awaiting the promises of a new delightful Mañana*

*Morning in Spanish

The moon’s been travelling with me...

The moon’s been travelling with me since evening

It’s been his old way of life

We have done so many lanes and by lanes together

So many impulsive pavements to parks

So much of immemorial discretions to art

He followed me to bronze coloured knobs

to the evening's promise of night

I wonder why he has to wait outside at the cathedral spires?

Why follow me to certain smells of sundown

to this frenzy of coming undone in the deepest of nights?

He faithfully watches the reflections through the stained window glass;

Couldn’t we have just said goodbye at the doorstep without his silver white shadows tangling with mine?!

Oh moon, I wish to hide

Let me hide in certain wounded nights…

Priceless Tonight

The sky that held the divine moon tonight,

Winds its way down to your balcony

Where you stood behind the railings

Caught up in your irreversible chasm

of a new born communion

chanting its prose in rhythms

of spiritual love, of perpetual despair, and of immodest desire;

In your eyes the sky held the promise of seasons;

And here I was passing by your city

with the moon following me again; 


If you saw me through his eyes

I was made priceless as ivory remains...

I am walking towards newness

I am walking towards newness

Soul has pined since long 

Leaving you in the breakfast table 

with cyclone and rain 

I did try with birthing and love 

Got cold dinners, whispering solitude and hours 

slaughtering my nights to inconsolable, visceral mornings.. 

Multitudes been spent on you 

Inexhaustible rituals of hope and catastrophe 

I don't plan to return anymore to the unconsumed decay

I am walking towards newness 

Soul has pined since long....