Saturday, 29 March 2008

Love as I know it

Share my bed and not my dreams?
Share my laughter and not my tears?
Take in your selfish obsession,
Every bit of me that was mine
Call me your friend/ your whore,
Feed my soul to your new cats,
Throw away my desperate poems,
Just leave me, and walk away,
If you turn to me one last time,
Cursed is my happiness forever.

Saturday, 1 March 2008

Lady Shaver

The razor drags menacingly
Up my compliant thigh,
Drawing bloody drops
Some gentle patriarch
Is whispering to me:
Soft and hairless-
Is a woman's body
Meek and submissive-
Her nurturing spirit.
Lie down and surrender
The curvitude, the dreams.

Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Perfection

There is perfection-
In the coffee stains
You leave on my table
In the marks of longing
You leave on my neck
In your denial of hugs
When I ache for them
In the promising sunset
When you drive away.

Monday, 14 January 2008

Felon

A yankee candle burns conspicuously
And I can barely breathe
I sleep trying to escape
The reality of my pain
I wake up to watch movies
And pretend to myself
That they make me laugh
But like the yankee candle
I burn slowly dying inside
A glass jar that is my being
And yet like the yankee candle
I have to smell and look good
Till the last bit of me is burnt

Friday, 7 December 2007

You

You leave my soul bathed in your fragrance,
A fleeting glance, chameleonic eyes-
That reduce me to crimson insignificance
Dark, dangerous, gentle redeemer of-
My forbidden fantasy/ my starkest reality
Consume me, finish me, leave nothing-
But the desire to merge my non-existence
With my endless universe, my immortal you.

Sunday, 11 November 2007

Taxi in Mumbai

Her grubby hands intrude on my haven
As she fervently taps the glass
I stare into the driver’s baldness
Pretending not to notice her desperation
The red light persists, the taxi complies
I rationalise- shall I then appease my self
Or shall I never support beggary (need)?
My education wins, the lights are green
And the petrol fumes mock her hunger.

Saturday, 10 November 2007

The Simpleton

To find that moment of abandon,
To be free, to taste true, comforting love,
O if life were that simple, I would be-
A simpleton

To grope in the dark for sweet surrender,
To kiss, lick, bite, piss, caress, fuck and purr
If ecstasy and agony were simply one, I would be-
A simpleton

To walk into the enfolding, forgiving waves,
To humbly give me up to the mighty sea,
O if death were that simple, I would be-
A simpleton