Lover

Like an unperceived word in my soul,

Whirling freely in boundless pain,

You collapse into meaningless-ness,

Of this unborn poem!

Goddess

When lust awakes as bright as this afternoon,

sprawling on bare whiteness of these pages,

My forcefully stretched nakedness rush bloodily,

into houses of ‘Masturbation’ on lonely streets.

As I gather red letters spilled all over my bed,

You become a deity in temple of my desire,

Chained and cursed behind bars of my mind,

to be a lone prisoner bound by shackles of love,

Until this day light blend into few dusky orgasms.

Schism

Stillness slowly freezes into unhidden whirls,

Time cleverly clusters into countable pieces,

Dreams dimly unfold into written stories,

Tonight, we are held apart doubtfully,

by silence, moments and thoughts.

Sleepless nights curl warmly,

Into nothingness of ‘we’,

‘Love’ is just a word,

Resurrecting into,

Something-ness,
standing alone,

between us.

It's rooted,

and nailed,

Waiting,

in 'You'

in 'Me'.
and,
in,
I.

Dry

You come closer,

Slowly and unnoticed,

While am closed in pain,

You silently stand behind me.

Blowing air coolly,

Onto my cheeks,

Drying up the pain,

Even before they run down!

So that the stories can be re-told,

Claiming blameless joys,

Since there were no tears,

That there was no pain.

But like a thief,

You stole my tears,
leaving me dry!