Afterglow

August 5, 2012

#13 Afterglow

When they
leave behind,
their glasses empty
on soiled cotton,
tables glad that
they have left.
Only the quintet
stares,
at the cables,
lingering the melody
of a melancholy
verse. It’s beyond time
to hit the city roads,
smell the cheap nicotine
and crack jokes
primarily
to be forgotten
and repeated every day.
Beyond time
to look at each other,
in tenors and
sometimes even lower.

Three years

August 3, 2012

#12 Three years

It took me
three years,
three longest years
to forget the child
of hope -
I will never see you again,
no petals at your window.
In wardrobes
of serial discomfort,
waiting …
larger than poverty.
The exile and
the heavy streets
keeping me away
from key holes,
as I said -
I’m not invisible.

Get me a drink,
I can barely move
my mind
from grey to a
deeper variety.
Allegations
and desires,
the urban tapestry
of sunlight
in the poison
of broken bricks,
absorbed …
All scattered and
contemplating.

Indoors

August 1, 2012

#11 Indoors

All your eyelashes
stick to
months of madness,
quiz of time.
Help me forget
these gashes
instead rainfall
however tropical -
cancel our
invitation.
Spend some alphabets,
spare the window
and read your nails -
guilty of
skinning past
my vapors
of
yellow and green.
Let’s not
step outside.

Pursuit of a nation

#10 Pursuit of a nation

Freeze the outline
of a molten memory,
a thousand times
repeated till
we could sing
every atom.
The mother breeze
across the fields,
our own sun
trickling down
our foreheads.
We were born
in the moist,
in your humid,
deep in green rivers.
Spread your ocean,
I imagine some
currency
and construct a dialect
in pursuit
of a nation.

Overdose

July 26, 2012

#9 Overdose

Count your fingers,
I can’t be
your feather.
Come brothers
and sisters
of usual and sarcasm -
speak of
undisturbed vision,
landscapes
wide into the wild.
Gather our spirits
near cheerful
yet solemn,
guilty of gluttony,
an overdose of
sweetness,
a realistic approach
towards infinity.

Valley

July 12, 2012

#8 Valley

Float me down
across envy lines
of steep
and perhaps snow.
Silence
beckons as if
these folded moments,
separated
by the valley,
about nothing
in particular -
the gliding away,
the space between
the monsters,
where we spend
our emotions,
little buckets
of sleep
over your eyes.

She leaves

June 1, 2012

#7 She leaves

Someone
who spent my room,
in pillow covers
and tender,
eyelids covering
the ocean,
as if she
spoke into my
air gaps -
bridging
all emotions.

In the end,
when the curves
she wore
settled in my arms,
sank in my
deep green
was our luminous,
bare
was her shoulders.
As repetitive
as it gets
with sunset
and the melancholy,
I was given
elastic nights
to root
my desires
of an unending tunnel,
continuum.