At the edge of waking

Another drink?

Maybe it will help to melt the ice wall

Holding your fires of wanting to be loved

As it would mine

Or let us pretend this tea is just as good

As we uncork a wine of conversation

Pour me some

I will pour you some

Let us sit with , back to each other 

Leaning , as I let you feel you can lean on

As I lean over yours between talks

And at some point we may just lie down beside

Look each other

Talk of being separated by a thousand miles or more

Yet, of knowing 

Of feeling today

Let me feel your hair on my face

As your lips touch mine, not in a kiss

But just to touch them

As our breath meet

Let me kiss, hold your face in my hand

Feel me melt, as you melt into me

As the morning arrives

You shall be gone, at such let me count

The creases ony bed sheet

Wrap them around me again

Feel you holding me again

hypochondria

Where but here, have I forever been

Broken, as I thought

Hurt, as I bought

Bound, held , imprisoned in such a palisade

Afraid, of wilt

Reluctant, to bloom

And the momentary lapses of reason

Whinging, reticent, in constant retrograde.

Lost, In all my thoughts

Locked, out of smiles

Retracted, out of bounds

Whispering, confused, stuck in haze

When her water broke

She pushed me out

Held my hand, held me close

I recollected such an occurrence, again

This was time

Mothering me, dragging me out

Locking me outdoor, subjecting me to life

Breathing, into me, onto my face, Waking me stark.

A Sparrow's chirp

Sharp yet gentle

A generic bird

To warm my heart

And then fly away

Then to return next morning

Like an endless loop of ecstacy 

Waking up my passions

 warm my blood

Awaken the human

I miss days I held you

I miss the days waiting to

They never fade

They are me

Chase your mythical rabbits

Run amok until you tire and lament

When so, run right back

To me

For you never left

You need not ring the doorbell

Walk right in

Holler for a coffee

I will make one for you

Teach you to make one for yourself too

And you will say it's pointless

When you dance to the loud music 

Trying to bury my presence 

Numb it

Remember, the music will stop

At some point

Yet I would not

I will wave my hands

Gesture as one calls a child

Run to me, I will hold you

Make you feel comforted.

Know

Fly

Stay steadfast

Godspeed

She painted the skies 

Made my clouds fluffy

Held me to the edge of my seat

Sang to me the song of the wind

As she built these beautiful worlds

She asked I only keep her running

She just ran 

And now she ran out of breath

She is cold forever now

In a place where she needs no breath

Where her music won't be heard

And the way she held my view

Spanning 3 monitors

Beautifully

Gently

She is gone

My 290x

Across the Arabian Sea

The kasav has creased 

From her wait at the door step

She sits haunched 

Looking to the road

Minnie needs a new phone

Sanju wants a bicycle

Both are the hours that is added to Babu's clock

He had to be home

The sandy shores and desert dunes had become boring 

Yet he will clock those hours

Meera will watch her tiny wrist watch

But sit at the door step

Awaiting Babu's return

She stares into the horizon 

Babu is staring too

She is at 2:30 in the afternoon

For Babu it is 1:00

The sea winds may carry their sighs

Of missing, and hoping

To hold each other 

Soon, maybe soon

Reviews and rewrite

Why does one express in poetry

Only to dilute it

Is it like using toiletries

Scrub clean and smell good

Where is the need to deck coming from

I know of not such a need

Brazen and only to be read and misunderstood

Or understand, I care for neither

This is not my memoir or obituary

Written on parchment paper

For I am no king nor leader

I woke today, knowing full well

That I cannot predict

Only to hope for strength, to tread on

Where my heart deems fit to fly towards

I express as such

I express for such

For all else you can seek otherwise