dreamscape

i have seen the sunset....
limber through streets
like fire through an empty vessel ...
i've never been helplessly awake...
never tried harder to sleep....

one of these days i shall jump
                                      off
the debt my questions soar to
watch the sun go down
                           again
in a day in a tale.
on another dream..that
might ask.....
why do this??.

"let me sleep.....
just let me sleep"......

in everyone's diary....

there have been too many lies
that have run
                             through the night
one of these mornings
your windows 
               will shriek.....

diaspora-'shimla'

under my sun i always slept

beside the river, beside

                      its floods

                      shallow

'shimla'

the aspens yielded

to an awakening

and i have since

      been diving

      breathless

 

              

the city

i reach out to the trees
that reach for shade
lost to me
as i lost to them.......

a smile to remember..

each time
in the lowly streets
i blink
for every smile that looks me straight

the sun rises remissly
subdued by the lecherous night
elevators start punching the thickish air
as ropewalkers take the stairs

one of who


after perishing beneath the beastly morning rushers
putrescent by the sidewalk lay
cold in his own tepidness
sniveling heavily over whose headless remains
the woman who blinded me everyday....

a black day turning blue

"i've not been having the best of days recently"

"why ??what happened??" i replied..squirming for space

there was an effervescent zest in everything he talked about
how may killed april and the lilacs with it,
how the ashen foliage in the corner wasn't fooling anyone
how the girl he thought he had married was not
the one he did marry when he married her

the whole political conundrum was a scam
orchestrated by some obvious friend of his
half the world would soon come down with a flu and
fascism would soon be the only ideology left
and everyone's predilection towards busty women

"i just lost my job..it was a mess..."

"why ??"i asked again feeling the cushion for a wider hinging

"did i tell you about those lilacs??"

"why would she leave you ?"
i retorted...
"who ??" he politely inquired
"the girl you married "

"what girl ?? "
what an oaf .i addressed myself.
"aahhh !!! leave it.." i scoffed with disbelief as i denuded one of the gleaming bottles

"Again who are you ???" he asked me...but i had already gotten up to leave
irated by his boorish attitude..

"where do you think you are going" he asked beseechingly

i ruminated for some time standing there...studied my hands for a moment ....
"why would she leave you"
he seemed unperturbed by my question..a smirk abrasioned his face
"who the hell is she "
"the girl you married " i confirmed...
i thought he did not want to talk about it any further ...so i mitigated
"its okay if you don't want to tell me...i can understand"
 he pushed his chest out and glared with aversion

"what the hell can you understand....you don't even know me"
i smiled and almost gloatingly announced...
"nobody does ...nobody "
and left the place in breaking din

cacophany

Resting on his vagrant windows
the sun flickering pendulously in his head
the moist grime sticks to his elbows
splotched with morning sickness
as the draught dwindles under his festering breath

he had not seen the sunrise
until today
when he woke up from his occult dream
lying deflated and nailed to the floor
staring at the wet ceiling
that dripped with pours of sweat
probably off her breasts
and kissed the embers
of his deliquescent eyes


In his room like a submarine
lit
he wheedled himself
that she will knock on his door,
and  illustrate how she gouged the plaster
do drop her love like
paper pins on his impressionable pillow


she
above his somber slough
                 all night long
stared at the floor she had flooded
                            again
with a drowning pail and ubiquity
of the frequencies she changed
beseechingly
as her confidant embarked on
his widowmaker
                       one last time