TRANSIT DAYS

Every time you depart

You neatly pack

every piece of your belonging

into your bag

and I am all over the place

You calmly 

calculate back 

and pack

the last few hours 

of being together

I'm restless
and hungry  

while you time

the duration of our last meal together

the duration of our (real) kisses 

(real) embraces

the drive to the (wretched) airport

I'm lost

all over the place

singing crying 

or rather trying 

to develop a strategy

of dealing with it
Every time we meet

Every time we part

Pieces of this puzzle

Pieces of this puzzle
were lost long ago
and we kept looking
for parts
that didn't exist

Dust dunes

I

Watching the moon ride
with us outside the window
of our train
We had kissed

II

I remember that night
for we had met between
intervals of parting

We had met with
that same feeling
in our stomachs

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i.

we don't speak 

these day

are as empty 

as the fridge

when you're not home

ii.

when a boy I know

hurt himself I said

dude! could have cried instead

Monsoon romance

Two umbrellas
held conversations below
and a sea full of water above

Two pairs of footsteps
splashed dew drops
on passing cars
and drenched
smiling faces
with laughter.
Tooth full faces
with laughter
that radiate
a zillion colours
into the universe

Two lips moved
and caught conversations
under hanging arms
as battling crowds
rat raced
to empty seats
in crowded trains

Two pairs of eyes
smiled and spoke
from the window afar
raindrops stuck their noses
against the glass
and stared at faces
comfortably fallen asleep
on tired arms

Two stations
in between
slapshed wind
and water
drawn from colourful balloon fights
and soaked two almost lovers
into the roller coaster
of monsoon romance

Monsoon romance
under mobile umbrellas

conversations below
and a sea full of water above

Only fools fancy finding love over the summer!

Just!

You're not allowed to
kiss me now
I just finished
convincing myself
you have to leave

Dilphek

At midnight
when a certain city forest goes wild

breathe in the waves of the storm
turn them around the grove

blush a little smile

and tell your sea crush:

the insanity of the night
is like our whirling drunk kiss

Somehow

1.

I have to stop
running away from you

2.

This relationship we share
changes every three months

3.

Lets sit with a map
and make a plan

4.

Share a song
with lyrics to read into

5

or fight at least

Food Lovers

Like kids
we fought
over food
for it was that food
that bound us
and found us
together
lurking
outside that same restaurant

Erasure

She
opened the door
and said,
'there's no one at home'

Ticketless Travellers

An old song
with you and me
stood ticket less
at the door
of the train
that passed the sea
and listened to
soft whispers
of silhouetted lovers
forever
found staring
at hopeless eternity

Goodbye to shady love poetry

Sometimes
I miss you before 5.30

Sitting at your screen
with your boss
you pass notes
that once belonged to me
with jokes in a secret language
from the days
when we aped
each other's laughter
and voice
and hairstyle

from the days when
we sat in the sun
and did nothing
at all
when
we cycled
and bused
and lined
for cheap cinema tickets
and gali cricket

Sometimes before 5.30
when you can't meet me
I look for ways to kidnap you
from a place which allows
half an hour of lunch
and fifteen minutes for tea
Fifteen minutes for tea?
Really?

Sometimes
I find ways to find you
like I knew you
penniless
in borrowed clothes
with second hand books
and pages marked with photographs
when you wrote shady love poetry
and played the guitar
dared to empty time out
to meet me
and be with me

But now, my friend, before 5.30
when I want to be with You
you are busy
attending a con call

Miss call me sometime

Or just come
back to class
sit by me
and learn with me
and pass those chits that belong to me
and not your boss

And for god's sake
Please!
leave that bloody place which allows
only fifteen minutes for tea!

Come! Meet me before 5.30

Love Potion

1. 

you just walked

past all our memories

2. 

how 

can I redeem 

these two cities 

of all our love

3.

like lovers

on a mountain top

kissing 

under the crescent moon

we held hands
behind my back

and braved the storm

that blew into our souls
we rose
with waves in our hair
and fell
spiral free

in the whirlpool

of magic

some love potion

it must have been

now

I am just hung over

Are you?

Hot water shower
for a pained back
Are you, my love
like cold cream
dipped in my tired feet
Are you

the winter sun
the hued sky
and that vastness
I see from atop
Are you the
morning air that
stretches expands
and fills me in
that mid night
stoned
sleepy
romance
and that dream
I wake up to
Are you
that link between
my body and me
that smile
that smell
that puts me to sleep
after a hot water shower
for a pained back
Are you, my love
like cold cream
Are you
My love?

Sometime Somewhere

Somewhere I had said
Lets last for a while
And we did

Somewhere I had read
Postcards from another city
Sent to me with leaves and love

Somewhere I had met you
And how delightfully
I had met you

Sometimes in one tiny corner
somewhere
I tell myself I miss you
Somewhere
I miss you

Binter

I wrote about you

and decided 

I didn't need to

But I have

Here

And if this is what I have
I'm glad for this winter

And all the fog!

Micropoetry

Lets partner
And never be honest enough

Bracket Poetry

(Its not about you)

Its about me

(heard that before)

Its about telling myself 

(two drinks later)

that I still love you
and I want to have you

(only because you happen to be here)

(drunk)

for the night

(and we know its going to be good)

I'm sick

1.

This space
we're trying to occupy
This middle ground
does not exist

2.

I'm sick
of writing
about you

Relieved

to know
depression
from inside
and then
from outside