the wind done gone...

...so it is
as the way it would be
only that i could not see
what was coming
and it did
and it left
and i try
picking up the pieces...
have they been swept away as well?

Night

The enmeshed workings of love
Twisted and unknown
Take flight, but never leave me home
The struggle to figure
Jealously I suffer
Doubts galore
Wherefrom suspicions arose
The wind blows strong
Or is it just the naivety of a broken heart?

Memories

I heard someone speak of “internal memories”
Were they external too?
Memories can now be categorized
Internal/ external
Void/ avoid
Insipid/ beguiling
Lost/ kept
Traversed/ stable
Memories are not capable
Of anything
Least of all dependence
They lie
Feeding an unknown fear
Of loves lost and dreams unreal
They play
Whether external or internal…
Surviving and yet dead…

Half Lives

The half-eaten orange
The sheets left unmade
The lives we still need to sort
Amongst ourselves?
The forgotten car key
And so we had to walk
I tried to touch your hand and you moved away
Wonder when did the process begin?
Was it when I smiled?
Or was it when you cried?
After – all the loving
Or so it seemed
After all the enmeshed nights with the dreams we had
Crimson; pomegranate; citurs; pineapple; butterfly;
While you did not touch me
And quietly lay on your side
With the quilt on your head
And emptiness in my eyes…

Older

I meant to have said something
Something original I thought of
I lost the words
As you departed
Oblivion

I meant to have known something
Memories in the repository
I lost all memories
As the rains flooded in
Nothingness

I meant to have felt something
Subliminal; surreal; metaphysical;
I lost all touch
As my dreams mingled with reality
Confused

I meant to have realized something
Guilt, Epiphany, the moment of Truth
I lost all rationale and logic
As life passed me by
Older

What Transpires Between Us

What transpires between us?
The unknown
The savage
I stand ravaged
When all beauty is lost?
When it was never there
When dreams collide with reality
The book you left behind
The memories I now stack
Too many places
Way too many spaces
I die
Only to resurrect

Pasts tumble and futures fall
The present in a limbo
Strangled
Muffled
Beseeching for a way out
And not getting any
The present stands all alone

Sing
Seep
Satiate
Soil
Soul
Sometimes…Surreal

What transpires between us?
The unknown

Senses

It almost feels futile
Your touch when it rains
Humid
A cactus decorates the wall
And I lose all my senses…

Vivek Tejuja

Human Touch

I yearn for it
And then I run away
I wonder if I shall ever be granted by it
The touch
The yearning
The wanting
The longing
...and I stand alone...

I like for you to be still by Pablo Neruda

One my all-time favourite poems. Love Neruda's charm and style. His romanticism brings me to tears. Love his works...Here's one for you:

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you

Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then,
One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

...finger...

i trace my finger
on a piece of paper
no lines
no future
just a finger
flesh
veins
blood
a bone also - i think
but not on paper...
it was to distract myself
from thoughts
entring my crazy head
the doctor says "do something constructive"
i trace my finger
look how it bleeds