a dot of a thought

the bile is rising
and so is the temperature
the heat is on as
so far non-existent cravings
surface and burst
liked birthday balloons popped
by pricking toothpicks
mornings, afternoons, evenings,
days and nights
hours
all pass slowly in contemplation
whiskers of emotions
tickle the inside of belly button
butterflies flutter in a flurry
and their fury subsides
equally fast
moist palms reek of friendliness
eyebrows question intended intent
nostrils flare with anticipation
lips quiver in supplication
of the unknown,
or the known that is unknown this moment
hot rays of sun beckon
cool moonlit sand dunes
or
chilling snowcapped peaks harbour
chilling thoughts of meltdowns
throat gurgles
heart sighs
chaos
utter chaos
what the world is really coming to?
the window opens with a startle
as the fingers start their light tap dance
on the keyboard.

oh, i see!

i see the light filtering in my brain now

i am pregnant
with a thought again
a dot
of a thought
sprouting somewhere near my gut.

प्रियतमा
ढाई अक्षर प्यार के
कर देते हैं लोगों को पागल
तुम और हम तो हो गए
एक दूजे के कायल

let's walk on

nothing can change
what fate
has in store for your and me
we can only stroll on
the road to some destination
unknown
barefoot

the journey
will worth while be
if only can we
hold hands
fingers clasping fingers
palms caressing together

if i could
i would
erase all creases of worry
from your worrisome head
replace all stingy pebbles
under your toes
with soft petals of cherry blossoms

if only i could
i would
wet your parched lips
with divine wine
that makes you feel sublime
and embalm you with happiness
bursting from very pore
of my skin

we could walk on
miles after miles
my breath
like wind in your hair
and my tears of joy
to feed your love

bring the green on...

i always thought i loved the wild
though not from when i was a child
i didn’t expect it to be beyond grass and trees
to me it could be only boars and bees
i thought i only wanted to be alone
other feelings aside
had no real life till i found you
walking by my side
green, yeah, you bring the green for me
you make me see the real me
you make me want to be
one with green

it was dark, it was so obscure
something that i still abhor
i was only looking for a silver lining
not something big as Sun shining
i realized i was walking on the clouds
that stormy night
tired feet, squinty eyes, but i had
you by my side
green, yeah, you bring the green for me.
you make me see the real me
you make me want to be
one with green.

bring the green on
don’t hesitate
don’t think too much and
bring any shade
of green

green is all that i want
green is where i want to be
if there is green
everything will be all right
as long as i have you by my side!

green…
bring the green on…

some words

some words
are smile words
the same words, in circumstances different
become cry words...
...words that are agony personified
like a kindling fire
fresh from freshly chopped pine
the crackling sounds from the fireplace
refueling the ache of an ailing heart
the dog, sprawled on the familiar old rug
like a rug
raising its eyes to observe you
when you heart misses another beat.

sentiments!

heads usually rule men's hearts
but my brains are turning yellow
because of the fervent fever of your love.

i bathe every hour in iced water
but the heat of my groin melts the poles
green grass turns burnt amber
envy turns into jealousy turns into possessiveness
unfolded.

an embrace from your initiation
is smoldering but i am afraid to open my mouth.
words that often fall from my lips
are not like soft, fluffy clouds that i hope they are
neither are they velvet petals of a diamond rose
like little splinters from a burning log
my words escape like convicts breaking a prison
easing our from under the drains and trenches
only to be caught again

honey, so do you know me
after all these years?
or do i know you, completely, yet!

sometime later

embrace you passionately?
not now, my dear, wait a while.
i must overcome my betrayals first,
was never loved but it is my turn to smile.
and I don’t want to rush so let’s just hold hands
and walk quietly the first few miles.

[from a story i am working on]

twirled and filigreed

twirling desires
are not always forbidden
the roots, they stem from
are already embedded deep
under the ground
since the time
long ago
a seed to some effect
was planted
by discreet hands.

a filigreed window
filtering with warmth from
a deep purple sunset
can open the mind to vistas
of affection; and
devotion; and
to some extent -
to twilight zone where
love exists only
in a sublime way...
fluid enough to mould
to anyone's dislike;
and like