Love in the heart

I feel love

In my hands when they wriggle to

Hold another hand

They ache to tell me

they understand

the dark raw dose

I am reeling under

I feel love

When my eyes meet

Eyes unknown

The spark, the blink

The pucker of the brow

That confirms after the party’s over

I won’t be alone

I feel love

All over

And way within

On those times

When nothing matters

No, not the person or

the places he has been

But I don’t feel love in the heart

Good God, why not

This heart of mine, what a freak

Beats to pump blood but that’s it

Doesn’t jump into the mouth,

Not any more

Doesn’t shrink to half its size

 In a long wait

Doesn’t talk sweet to me

In front of a mirror

Doesn’t soak happiness

And gets bigger

I don’t feel love in the heart

It’s been so long

I don’t feel love in the heart

It doesn’t even feel wrong

No apologies

Tomorrow, if you wake up to the earth thundering below your feet
and the walls are tearing their chests, throwing open the veins of concrete

Tomorrow, if you wake up as an island, surrounded by untamed waves
that are ready to swallow your past and your dreams, everything you could have been

Tomorrow, if you wake up with a gunpoint, stuffed between you and your yawn
your voice, your rights, your hatred and love, even your mom and dad are gone

Tomorrow, if a long drive is cut short or the office never reached
Tomorrow, if I hate you is the only goodbye you'd ever get to say

Tomorrow if a dead end is the only way out and you join the queue
Would it still matter what you think of the world or the world thought of you?

Dark and wrong

It’s dark

And this is wrong

Rings in the head

So wrong

That he wants it so bad

Just to stretch his hand and touch the one

That’s small, soft like a clever child’s

 God why

Why is she here

With the black flames of her hair

Swallowing her face

Why doesn’t she move closer or away

To escape this sin or seal its fate

Shoot those embers,

Look at me or may be not

He prays, battering his eyes

That see less and smell more

Let go off my hand, may be I’d go too

That’s all the control I got

His thoughts turn into sparks

And burn his palms

Aching to rain

The first shower, building up

Waiting for a sign to pour

Cover that meadow of silk

Or let me roam

He breathes hard

It’s the only thing he can do

When all the blood in his body

Is gushing to play

There is sweat soaking his bones

And love throbbing for more

He looks away

Then closes his eyes

Weary, at last.

I will lay here and wait

For the beautiful night to pass

Cipher

Not a letter that smelled of roses

Or a shirt soaked in sweat

Ashes in a B&H cigarette pack, no

Surprise passes for a rock show

Or a promise of a Friday sleepover

Not a half sketched devious doe

Not the password to the mails

Not even the one that unlocks the phone

Not a picture framing togetherness

Or a body to hold and mourn

Not a goodbye note that mentioned love

Nor some blanks to fill

He left behind nothing but

An unpaid credit card bill

New and Nervous

Like most beginnings, ours is exciting.

But it is scary too.

You look so fragile. So tender. So untouched.

Honestly, I didn’t even know what to do with you or how.

I am not saying I do now. But I like things slow. Me, I am the time-taking kinds.
I didn’t give in to your charm on the spur of the moment. I let it grow on me. I waited for it to consume me, irrevocably.

And I gave in just when the moment arrived.

You don’t know, I had forever been seeing you with others. It didn’t bother me. It made me long.
And it left me with a deep, deep, almost dark desire to hold you, clutch you close to my heart and then love you my way.

Don’t mistake it to be a promise. Promises reek of desperation. Just trust me. And be patient.

Patience pays, beautifully. Yes, this comes from experience, though I am not even half as seasoned as you are.

Chances are you won’t like me the first time. Not unheard of.

The second time too won’t be very different. Except, this time there will grow a familiarity between us, the kinds that’s comforting, and the kinds that makes difficulties a tiny wee bit agreeable, if not easy.

Today, in my arms, lying coy yet eager, you don’t appear even remotely dissatisfied. You look rather content and encouraging.

I get your message.

Next time, I will rock my soul out of my fingers, working on you.

I promise, no plectrum.
 

A moment not captured

You looked great

that tasteless afternoon

in your faded old cardigan

and ink stained trouser

that had ridden up your shins

crumpled just as the sheets we laid

Lazing as you stretched

you shone

and filled me with a tiny wish

A picture of you

I just wished to have

A picture of you

How I wished to steal that moment in time

When you were

breathing that stale air on my face, all mine

And you had turned your face away

To point

At a tiny glittery spot that hid

Where your cheeks slid to meet the chin

“Not today, not today

Not with this zit on my face

no way”

Thus shooed away that thought of

A picture of you

 I just wished to have

A picture of you

How I wished to steal that moment in time

When you were

Breaking my heart, being vain, all mine

But you were gone

Before that zit on your face

As did the afternoon

Never to return

And when it does,

It always mocks that wish of

A picture of you

I just wished to have

A picture of you

How I wished to steal that moment in time

But you are gone away from me

Quietly, like you were never mine

Insatiable Prayer

May God bestow upon you

Barrels of wine

All aces

Easy wins

Diet cakes

Chocolate ceilings

Juicy cigars

Tax-free dough

Butter roads

Empty schedules

Lazy breakfast

Sweat-free 6 pack abs

A kind watch

Tolerant neighbours

May you find

A secret benefactor

100 GB vacations

Happy headlines

Brocade rainbows

Short meetings

Deep pockets

Relaxed showers

A never-ending car

A good looking secretary

Or if you have one then

More good looking secretaries

You can’t be tired just yet!

How about

A beach side cabin

Soundproof!

Ok, you get the dark glasses too ;)

Like it? Like it?

See there’s a lot more

You could use

Like a strong liver

And, and

Zero hangover

Paid foreign trips

Minus jet lags

Your favourite music

In your head

All the time

Obedient lifts

Won’t that be nice!

And now

You want more

You, greedy, you!

Let’s see

How about

A lullaby bed

A flower toothbrush

Mute alarm clock

GPS enabled driver

Ha! Yes why not!

And phone bill on the house

National holiday

 on your birthday,

VIP Passes for all matches!

Cricket, soccer, hockey

Tennis, badminton,

F1! You got it!

And

Free entry and drinks

To a strip club,

Lead role in the

Next Bond movie

and you get paid too!

Fine! Fine! Jeez!

You get to choose the

Bond girl too!

So, this week

You also get to be

The best looking person

On Facebook

And

The most intellectual Tweeter

With 6 digit followers

The mysterious rock star

Whose name girls

Get tattoed on their hearts

Stop! you say

I want no more