New Lovers '99

The freshness of the morn
Is gone
The energy in the limbs
Is numb
We can feel the hot sweat drying
Sleep demanding
Space and time
You and I
Begin our day
Now...

The Black Widow '03

She spins her web
All day
All night
Soaked in damp
Ceaseless mourning
Refusing to quit
Refusing to leave

From where I sit
And sleep and live
In a shared space
but on a brand new date
I can smell
The stench of her past
Threatening me
With a similar fate.

The Luxury of Despair '12

Here he is

Chums with the devil

Who resides

Inside of his head

Magnifying with pleasure

The manufactured sorrow

The imagined grief

Of emptiness

Confusion and

Restlessness... 

Two lanes across

A little boy

Sits on his haunches

Scrubbing clean

A tea kettle

And tiny glasses

With no time

Or luxury

For despair

S&M '11

I will sit

I will stand

Only as per

Your command

This will shock

And people will talk

They won’t ever

Understand

 Its just us

Who know it thus

What’s good for them

For us is bland.

The Confused Seeker '12

I am an Ida
Pingala being
Holding finally
The coveted key
To Shushunya...

But still uncertain
If I'm turning
It right
Still uncertain
If it needs
More might...

The Limited World '12

I keep to myself
Out of choice
Steer clear
From both
The bad
And the nice

The Limited world
Is a wonderful world
Devoid of need
Devoid of pride
It is really
Unlimited
On the inside

Silencing The Lamb '99

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was dripping red
For though it had licked his hand with love
The butcher had cut him dead.