Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Evacuate



I wither away,
in the distant arms
of a disappearing dusk.
Death! How shall I find you?
For life is cold.
And eternity,
is an inert wound
that never heals.

Friday, June 28, 2019

Tonight, the Sky Goes Missing!



The skin of 3.00 AM
reflects hours of discord.
Discord between absent words
and sleepless abstractions.

A difficult touch
ripples with disbelief,
as I stroke the surface
of an inner lonesomeness.

How I resonate a resistance
for dreams that lead forth!

Bring me back the gentleness.
Bring me back the light.
Bring me back,
a new dawn.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Fall



A portrait of your nothingness,
lie carelessly on the fringes
of my halting anticipation.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Before I See




Lay your heart
like a lonely wintry road.
Lost in the millions of years,
It dreams like a river.
I lit a light in the deepest corners
to find your newborn feet.
Walk towards my soul,
because this quiet sea
dreams of a path.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Of Storms, of Deaths and of Healing



Old breezes,
wet my feet.
New twigs,
bloom.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Roots



My soul corrodes
in the innermost circuits
of our disjoined selves.

Friday, July 20, 2018

Anchor



Dear heart, quietly endure
these endless storms
leading you home.

Monday, July 16, 2018

Retrieve



The truth steps in quietly
with its yearning feet that
lie in timeless love and wait.
Where else can a bruised heart stop?

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

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.

Unloving



How incessantly we halt
with the moving time
that’s born in us.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Be-ing



An ending self
quietly burns inside
forgetfully.
Be awake love,
I bear tonight
a predestined pain
blowing unhurriedly
over the ashes of time
heaped in the vacuous-ness
of our disorderly hearts.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Residue



Memories drift
like the tiny seashells
we once played with
on shores of time.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Dis connect



How unlived is this moment
as I slowly settle like dust
over the surface of an old self.
Before the dawn scatters,
gently cast your canopy, love,
over my meandering heart.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

That Never Leaves



Hold me ceaselessly
as I drown in time.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Ground



Like feathers of an extinct bird,
one by one I fall into your abyss.
How do I fly without the sky?

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

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.

Apple of the Self’s Eye



Around the nucleus
of this truth called love
revolves a hymn
like an old friend
that never ceased
to sound like an answer.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Letter to Image



Humbly behold dear heart,
how grief has rescued you 
from tragedy of a lone winter.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Clock



The 2 a.m. of my soul
awaits at the barricade
of recurring nights.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Territory



In the waters of my womb,
I subtly perceive
a place to return.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Instinct


Come, sail with me,
in this stream of death
that freely rescues.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Fossilized Love



When stars, feathers and the Self fall,
My little God, I search for you
beyond light, words and universe.
I weave the non-existent time
through evacuated memoirs of this flesh,
engulfed by the unreality of a lost heart.
Dear God, How many miles more to eternity?

Monday, May 15, 2017

.

My Shrinking Lover


III
Your Image! Dear love, your image
Comes to me in scarce shreds
Of death.


II
Where is your truth?
Where is your heart?
Have you lost the truth?
Have you lost the heart? 


I
My heart-less lover
in eternal disguise!
How flawless ? 

Friday, April 7, 2017

W (e) a v e


You are an ocean tide
Feeble.
Come to me!
Quietly.
Carry me to the depths
Of your
Endurance.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Hemorrhage



What myriad of memories are these?
Blazing in the vagueness of sky,
throbbing through this very dusk
of your absence, insanely unfolding
a continuum of sane despair for time,
leaving my Infinity in shreds!