Morning Sickness

Pain:

Discharge from a weary heart

leak into private crevices.

Wet:

Your image bleed and spill

over my night garments.

Burn:

These uneasy pores on skin

breed forgotten warmth.

Loath:

Your absence soaked in the air

make this moment unbreathable.

Fatigue:

The heart wanders until

it forgets its own rhythm.

Endure

This evening haze,

swarms through the membrane

of an unsettled moment

that leaks like a childhood wound.

Barren like a motherless sky,

I ache for your subtle birth

dear thought.

..

విశ్వమంత విరివిగా విరిసి,
వేల వెలుగుల వేగమై వెలిసి
వర్షిస్తూ, వరిస్తూ, విరులై వీస్తూ
వలస వచ్చు వన్నెల వలపై
వేచి వున్న ఉనికిపై వాలెను !

Twenty Hours

I stumble upon a late-night wait

Again.

Stumbling upon an absence

And upon loneliness. 

This time, crushed as never before.

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!

Pearl

The thought slipped into halt,

At the lacuna of your image,

Painted on dreamed concave,

Of hollow tear drop!

Like the preciousness stored,

In the silence of an oyster,

You exist in my nothingness,

Vacuum gushes within!

As I remember the quietness,

Of your void glances,

Am driven into your absence,

Dwelling in crevices of love!

Creeper

Fastened,
Twisted, twined around,
like a babe that's clung tightly,
sucking  mamma's milk,
in warmth and home,
press tight, closely breathing,
like fondling of a young lover,
to his virgin mistress at dusk,
it curls, the new born - thought,
to the psyche!
It grows,
extends,
creeps,
coils around
mind and time!