For a Yes ...... For a No

I heard that she left the town, moved on from the past.
I heard that when she left even the town clock tower stopped working.

Nobody speaks of her to me anymore.
Of the one with hair like the monsoon clouds and lips like ripe strawberries. And a skin like vanilla with a pinch of saffron.

They used to write her and my names inside heart shapes drawn on every wall of the town.
Those relics are faint now, washed away with time and rain.

Sometimes those people who knew me with her, want to ask me about her, but their sound dies out in their vocal cords before forming a word.

The last I saw her was in my dream.....
I saw her walking down the streets, She was all red, torn, crying, screaming and begging me not to leave her.
All the faces I know are there standing, watching her, with sorrow in their eyes.

And there I was the culprit trying to find words, reasons, excuses .....

For a Yes ...... For a No.

To whom it may concern ........... The Anonymous.

To you who feels too much, loves too much, gives too much.
Yes you are one among them.

I tried to start like this “I want to bury my face in your neck, in your hair.” but then my words fell onto the floor in that loud clattering noise, all broken and distorted.

My mind is distorted.

I wish you were with me or maybe not. I am happy that you are following that great american dream.                                  I am truly happy.

Sometimes I regret for not being brave enough to travel that two thousand six hundred and thirty five kilometers to meet you. 
Sometimes I recreate the possibilities of that trip.
Sometimes I pretend it to be real. But at the end it was terrible and beautiful and unforgettable and I don’t know how to be without it anymore.

For all our left turns, you are the right thing, the one thing that is mine. Seeing you in the flesh, touching your skin, and kissing your mouth was the bravest thing I have attempted and the weakest I have felt. You are the fire and the fire maker too. You are the woods man and the axe too. You are everything I did not know I wanted and now struggle to live without.

I can love you or live without you but I cannot do both. I cannot say the words that offer simple respite; “I love you, I miss you.” I don’t miss you. I miss myself. Ever since I met you I lost myself on the way back and I never came home.

Ooh anonymous I pray God to bless peace upon you and me.

You Bring out the Beast in Me

You bring out the beast in me.

You bring out the muscle and the sweat of me.

You bring out the musk and the male of me.

The bulging fore arm and the sweat soaked brow of me.

You bring out the passion and the swagger in me.

You bring out the George Clooney in me.

You Bring out the gentle man in me.

The gentle poet who writes about longing in me.

You bring out the thoughts that can not be described in words.

You bring out the Rumi in me.

I can not recognise the body that I call my own, when I pressed mine into you. I thought its mine but I can not call it as mine.

In me there is a man, a lover.

Ten thousand men ..... Your lovers.

Lovers of you in me.

You bring out the man in me.

I want to bury your face in my chest.

Tell you things that are not meant for hearing.

I want to hold you still, kiss you numb.

I want you to show you that I am your man.

Perfect Fits

Being Sincere....

With Great Powers comes Great Responsibilities

Heal me to Sane

Sometimes my mind becomes so chaosed.
That I am unable to deduce what is real and what is the dream. 

Sometimes I can't decide whether to wake up from the nightmare
Or to fall back into the dream.

No matter what, I know that you are real.
Whether it's the dream or it's the reality.

I often wake up to find that you are not here with me.

I don't know what to belive and what not to..

I beg you, pull me to the reality.

Hug me with your warmth, 
Fill my clavicle with your breath,
Burn my lips with your kiss.

Heal me with your love.

Poems for You

There was a time I needed a muse to write, but she never had a name.

Then you came, I looked at you and tried reciting poems to you.

But you do not need to read poems to the woman who floats like a lullaby through your soul. 
Then I realized it will take more than 26 letters to write you into me.

And i will learn a new language, and then another until there is nothing left of you. 

And nothing left of me.

Absence

In my solitude I feel and see everything. 

How the air moves and tastes. 

The humming silence against my bare skin.

It’s warm and cold together. 

I feel the sounds I hear.

I hear the blood vessels moving under my skin. 

I am aware of everything around me but I am lost deep inside.

In a life devoid of you, I am completely awake but hallucinated. 

I exist but I doubt the surroundings.

There is no universe without you. There is space. 

There is a field of endless dark of something or the other.

Scrabble Love

I will throw pieces of scrabble.
                                         Hoping you would come 
                                                           And pick up the pieces.

You will rearrange them. 
                                         You will form words.
                                                            You will make sentences.
 Those seven pieces.
                                          The seven letters.
                                                             The three words.
Yes that whole sentence.
                                          I LOVE YOU
                                                           Will bring meaning to my life.
You will be the reason.
                                       You will be the excuse.
                                                             You will be the inspiration.

For me to take out more pieces and make words, sentences and tales of my dreams that I want to share with you.