Fragments of sleep

30^th August 2013

#5 Fragments of sleep

I gather my fragments of sleep
lost in aisles and window seats,
travelled midway through
sandwiches of day before
and fluctuating daylight.

Started somewhere between
hopelessness and despair,
my heart cannot change
just keeps repairing
bad weather.

Fragments of my sleep
knocked around by boulders
on uncontrolled thoughts,
rural roads of national disgrace,
I can’t cry like I used to.

Indoors/Outdoors

21^st July 2013

#4 Indoors/Outdoors

Is that a red in your room? Is that my book?

The sky and the antenna – they spoke to each other. They talked about signals and reflections.

Is there a spot on the ceiling? A month of dampness and many more.

Aeroplanes and flying people hover around. They circle my terrace.

Is that the corner of your eye which caught the mirror unaware?

Flying people jump out of the craft and land on both feet. My roof feels so heavy.

Beyond a point of no return, the ceiling feels the stretch. Are you still on the last page?

Antenna explodes. Too much information.

Best Friend

#3 Best friend

If I have to speak again
in a language I don’t understand
I choose a forest
I choose a tree

I choose my best friend
and sleep with her there.

Request a handkerchief
to describe a face
it has wiped so many times.

Celebrating excess
return to your carnival,

do not interrupt my sleep.
My best friend’s sleeping with me.

Survival Stone

16^th June 2013

#2 Survival stone

I have to survive
a spaceship in my mind,
away from the drone of melancholy hearts.

I sleep of you,
dream of foreign liquor
my throat is dry and I don’t smile enough.

Mother of all opportunities
listening to winds and whistles
harmonium dust on her fingers.

This is exactly how
we deviate from the main street
waiting for some sign – followers in the rain.

Step 1

24th May 2013

#1Step 1

Powder light in my eyes,
can I see you all my life?

A reflection of your smile
floating in mid air
suspended,
as if we could turn around
in circles that complete
the season
of falling trees and rain.

Labyrinth of uncertainty,
counting every step,
understanding the vector
only to forget,
spinning my own fortune
of mistakes -
my share of existence.

Second Sex

Second Sex - The Anupam Roy Band

Theory of comfort

25^th March 2013

#9 Theory of comfort

Takes time to swallow,
skin sheds like it was supposed to,
humble in our own way
its useless to paint my walls.

If you find me lost – I always was
and remember this
my hands are often moist,
my eyes often tender,
it’s just another way of telling you
I can’t die without you.

In case you switch my blades,
let us revolve around the main plot,
the extent of this theory
that everything can be substituted
but your comfort.