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Happiness in your Eyes

Saturday, July 22, 2017


Let me have the privilege of being
The crescent share of the cookie
While you be the gibbous half of the
Same moon you so dearly adore.

I look into your eyes and
The ocean inhales me in
Along with the handmaiden waves.
Your name I’d sing to the world
For the paradise I witnessed in your arms
While you embraced my lows.


A Grey Child

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

A June was born between
December and January
And I named it Darkness.
We had a nasty fight over it
For she was rather well off
Without it if not for naming it Denial.
But denial, as you know,
Would be too sinister a name for anyone
To make them forget their world
Out of love.

We didn't talk to each other for days.

A play of dreams

Tuesday, February 14, 2017



At 2 am, I saw you for the very first time
At Brooklyn’s in one of my dreams.
By 3 am, we were talking of dandelions, cocoa and books
Over red velvety loaf of bread.
Later that night, I woke up to a whisper in my ear
And I thought you’d never get a chance to complete your venture story.
At 4:07 sharp, while the going was good,
We kissed goodbyes in a yet another dream
And I woke up in disbelief to
Such phenomenal a stroke of luck
But this time you won’t return. I was so sure.
Before I found myself down on my knees
A stunning you standing right in front of me, taken aback
By the ring in my hand.
But dreams are a tall tale and I pulled myself back
Before I was drawn too far away in its pleasances.
At 7, I saw you in the mirror
While running razor against my stubble.
I stargazed you in my bowl of cornflakes,
Waldorf salad, beaten eggs, in the nightfall of
My closed eyes, and a dozen other things by 9.

This is how you lose

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

When I was a kid, my mom
used to say, "Son! Addictions are bad."
And as I grew up, everything that
happened to me proved how wrong she was.
Addictions aren't bad. They're devastating.
And it’s sad how something so endearing
can prove dire at times.

Je t’aime / Two fireflies

Friday, January 20, 2017

I look into your eyes
And see a world full of love
In your eyes I see lush green fields
And a log cabin in the wide open
country; Amid mustard greens
You rambling, sprinkling life upon the yields
A river running not too far away
Outlined by a grove of autumn-stricken trees.