Happy New Year

You and I have been around,

Another circle around Sol, and we have seen

Each other in the warming lights, in unbearable too

Yet, we could and that would matter

As the sun sets, and we start, let's start anew

Let you and I have no other face

And be me and you, at our best, at our worst too

And when the dawn arrives, lets look within

Cherish how each breath bonds us, heart and soul

There is nothing, no regrets, no misgivings

The past faded, let us both erase it tonight

And greet the coming of another morning light

Warming our skin, soul, and love 

Wish ourselves well, and the other too

While we travel through the endless infinity

Treasure Hunt

It is a cold winter evening

Come forth my lovely shovel

Let us dig some hurt and grime

From the annals of tormented love

Where was that one who stabbed my heart?

Where was this other that broke it apart?

What about that one that kissed me mid town

What about the other that put me down?

One of these shall cause a fire

One of it may burn my soul

If not then let me scribble a few lines

Bury it back, into the grave where they roll

Between you and me, we have done this over

And again

Yet somehow my darling darling shovel

You seem to find the time, to still clink

When you hit the treasure chest of my hurt.

Factions

Somedays a few words splash into being from you

They seem like stars distant, shifting to red

Of galaxies drifting, further as I breathe

Yet those words sing 

They may not be too many, often 3 or 4

Yet they are just as bright

Some cold, some warming, Yet equally captivating

Mine don't reach, nor compare

The strings of words, fail to even graze 

The wall you have put before me

Like a midieval warring sieging foot soldier

I climb those walls of fire

Only to scathe,  my hands, soles, and soul

In your standoff, you manage to burn to embers

My want to reach, my soul's yearning

In these warring times, I often find me swimming

In your moat, wrestling your alligators

Only to not kill them, but be bitten, just so

Book reading

I have read you with eagerness

Found such joys, unimaginable, pristine

Each time I have, it was another story

Some of love, some of lust, some of debauchery

Yet all astonishing, stilling my soul

And now the book is closed

Leaving behind the dust marking it's kept

Only for me to wish another read

I wonder if you are read, and by who

And if they read it with the gentleness 

Do they worry of not creasing your pages

Do they worry of wear, let alone tear

These are my unknowns, these are frightful

It is not for me to dictate, or direct

The book I have so cherished, loved, longed 

Is lost to time, leaving only memories

Go away, Sea

I hate you, filled to the brim

Of salt and sand, and dead things afloat

I heed not to your calling, nor to your beautiful sunsets

I take no peace lying above deck

From my crow's nest I don't need to find 

Greens nor desire for printing my feet

Leaving temporary, to be washed and erased

That is how I shall defy thee

Call me never again, for I won't either

My blood has enough storms

Than you can match

I laugh at those who dream of surf and spray

I seek no solace in you, for you offer none

How high and mighty shall one be

Upon the boundless , endless sea

Where many have heaved, post their last exhale

Filled their lungs with the salty sea

I shall not go, you shall not make me

For the foam and swell, I hate them, as they hate me

Where but I a sailor shall be

Other than such an insolent sea

I refuse to follow, I defy these norms

Forego the calls, of the gusty winds

Many a sails have been torn, I have set a few ablaze

Plundered and pulverized the slippery weeds

Today when I saw the last sun

I painted my eyes to an auburn wine

In this glass, I sail now and for ever

I keep away from the taker of my fellows be

Rhyme and Resonance

Right and might

Upon the ego's flight

Chanced upon nothing

Such is my plight

When the words rang

And my voice sang

It was your name

My sonnets weren't tame

They sang of loss

They sang of the moss

Growing on my heart

Since we drifted apart

Only to be ashamed

For you couldn't be named

Such is now my plight

My shadow hates my sight

Your longing has left me pale

To wander in this winter gale

Losing my bearings

I seem to have lost my sense of writing

Or so as a friend says

Maybe he is right

Maybe I have lost more than that sense

There I was wallowing over loss

Love, absence, voids thereof

Only to be scattered into senslessness

And its periphery

Blinded like a bat in mid summer noons

How would I, yes I , How would I recover

For I swam a tide that swells no good

In it's foam and splash

I was drenched in it's apathy

It is pointless, if there is a way to return

I have neither the will, nor know the way

All I see is a broken lighthouse

That was burnt in it's own flames

Maybe the next swell shall reject my drowning

Lash me ashore, strand me on land

Yet for the luck I have , of I know

I shall be hurled towards a cliff

Smashed on the jagged rocks below

Echoes of a distant past

Ah! I remember, our kiss at the booth

Hiding from folks, stealing moments

It was me then, broken and lost

While your hand stilled me, our lips locked

The ale rannstrong, in both our veins

Yet your breath felt as the misty wind

I had fallen in love, all over again

The mind was butterflies, the eye a sea

Lashing in tears, of joyful, spilling at times

Your hands like the sun, wiped them away

I could have died, and I should have too

For I had felt, more than a heart could ever

Then the evening left, the days passed

You too wandered, forsaking my arms

I fret not for the forsaken bits

The heart yearns to see and hear

The thoughts echo of those old times

When you sought love, like I did

And here I am now, adrift in woeful eternity

Winter muse

Those gentle sunsets you catch, 

I have seen them too

Gentle hints or reds and orange

Pinks and blues merging, distant

At then, you would shower your words

Often grace my eyes, and be my muse

Another day would dissolve and fade 

I would wait for more of you

I admit of your allure, sight and sound

The strongest is in speech and thought

Like sunflowers that shine and shy

To spring forth, in gentle golden glow

So dusky, gentle, winter muse

That lit fire for my heart to soothe

My words seem to stumble and cease

At your vanishings, always and too soon

warming the winter

This is my laboratory

In here are beakers, frail and clear

In here are flasks, large and small

I often light a burner and distil 

Yet not catch and condense

The fumes of regret some choices bring

I have often sought

How much can I burn, hear, boil

Yet the answer is ways lost

Each test is new, each unique

Yet each needs me to pluck my heart

Of late I see it willing and wanting

To be ground to a wispy powder

It could be easy, it has been mended

The seams can come off at a nudge

So another chance has arrived

I have hesitated to take

But in the cold winter night

I choose to go at it, 

warm my heart in a flask

Distil and let the scent of you

Fill my room as I feel you drift apart

Morbid

I have been called for breakfast

It seems to indicate it's morning 

The lunch reminds me it's noon

And then tea time arrives, Earl Grey

In an olfactory aspiration of Bergamot 

I find none, neither taste

It's water

Hot yes, hot water pretty much

The nicotine hits no high

And then I remember the call to dinner

I hate dinner times, now more than ever

It's an end of the day, of another lament

Towards insomnia, forward unto 

Into sheepish, sleepless, emptiness

Only to rinse and repeat another cycle

To breathing the fungus of your parting

Choking my lungs, filling it to woe

The winter is frozen with my sighs

As my heart chills the wind in every exhale.

Winter Mornings are a Bitch

Good morning love, it is another day

The mist is as fresh as your absence

It has only been long since you went

Yet it feels like yesterday, 

One knows not when, one knows not when

For I was awake in your presence

Then the absence numbs my senses

Comatose, ah quite the likeness

I hold this sunflower, bright and yellow

It is as fresh too, it would be

I made it myself for you as a gift 

It even smells of silence you make feel

Yet is an astute chrome yellow

Lacks the gentleness of your cheeks

The ashtray i let it rest on has Singapore

Etched on it, in clay 

The bookmark broke though

But it decided to cut me before leaving

I guess it wanted a shade of my red

I doubt if that still is the colour in my veins

The heart is blue, makes my teeth chatter

I hear it, and think it is a symphony

Like my buddy writes, or maybe hears

Unsure, like most of the mist is in my head

Ah indeed, the mist,

Was that you, shining through it?

Or was it the sun, I can't tell

Feels the same, only both are far 

So far away for me to distinguish

So now I guess I will let myself wander

Again into thoughts, me, you, then, et al

When I am still and mute

And all that is heard is beeps and a trickle

Run to me, you fluffy fluffy brat

For I am on my way

Run to me, for I would be afraid

Calm me with gentle whimpers 

Walk beside, fanning my shin

Watching your tail as you sprint and circle

Walk me through the abyss of end

I am sure you met my friends

Tell me stories of them, tell me everything

Then tell me, to not be afraid

Curling into me every few steps

Poking your booper into my chest

Each time I sit to run my hands on your head

I have missed your curious eyes

For they have always stilled my thoughts

Spirals of Fallacy

Tainted are some moments

Of songs I have loved, 

Those gentle pecks

And things I had in amorous embrace 

Farcical have they be painted

In pretentious platitudes of need

For when it wasn't me

Coiled around, substituted

Painted to a fallacy of whatever

Pure vitriol, yet I have held back

For the raging of unbirdled love

Serves only to beseech 

Things one cannot fathom

Yet speak of, in volumes of audacity

Like a chisel carving, a stone

Only to reveal and bring forth

The macabre tones of falsehoods

Where did the voice die

Of has it ever breathed

For if it does now, it would sigh

Yet I'd meet it with my gentle fingers

Cajole and contradict, and burn in fires

For it would all be mine to bear

The heart I have can only love

And it has not known to deny

Reminiscent

The bottles of eristoff and Gorbatschow

Have long stood as a reminder

Of I having never broken down 

For I break into the inconsolable

It has stood gleaming, in our arguments

In our odd discussions and perceptions

Only to have you back down, younger one

And yet they have poured themselves 

Over and over into your glass

Before I was done with 3 you were at 7

As always, you were in a hurry

I remember the drunk new year's eve

Where you refused to listen to reason

Making me travel miles to punch you

Make you see logic, drag you home

You and your tantrums, childish yet fun

So brother Pious tell me

What made you leave, so soon, so quick

Did the beautiful skies need a closer look?

Or maybe you wanted a better view

But maybe you were being you

Hurrying and running, yet this time so far

Call me, sometime. Don't be a stranger

A trove of grandeur

Often have you spoken of love 

And how I know as such nothing of 

I agree,  your endearment tends to overwhelm 

And I seem to just rattle, and revolve around you 

If you should ask me, if anyone would 

I could murmur the sound your hair makes 

I can recite the strumming of your heartbeat 

I could mimic your breath, leaving your nostrils 

I could describe the scent of your exhale 

I could paint the way your skin feels 

I could poetise the sparkle of your eyes’ glimpse 

Yet for all that  

I truly cannot understand love 

For you say it is so, and for me that is true 

I have tried to be you,  

Before action that very thought has failed 

For you stir, still, elate, elevate 

My body and soul, in wake and slumber 

I have often wondered, what makes you 

My answers have always been, you 

You made you, you made me,  

If you can love; how can I 

For I am unable to contain such grandeur.

Un-Rumi me

More often than not, have I drenched

This soul, in the oil of your absence

And at such, have you set it ablaze

With a single glimpse of you

In the seeds, hides the heat of peppers

They yet are the bearers of life

Where one sees the pungent, stark heat

The farmer sees fruits of his labour

In moments alone, surrounded by many

They are, but they are not you

Even the August company, is but a void

In the stark absence of your gentle exhale

I would be home, or so I thought

In the hum of the stars, distant and bright

Yet they make no such desired sounds

My ears wish to hear your batting eyelids

Rise and recede

Often at the edge of the cliff 

I have stood

watching the sea lash, persistent

It like you often recedes, only to rush

In its barrage of incoming  tide

Spraying mist, splashing my face

Waking me up, from a stillness

To be bewitched

Such, so much, often overbearing

Clouding my mind, only to remind

It shall recede, the sun set, rise again

Like a diorama,yet  in constant change

Often I wish to not blink

For like you this sight is a beautiful haunt

For at night when I sleep, if I do, 

Your craving dawns, like those waves