(untitled), 02Jun2014

~m.h

Let me be reborn
As a tree in your garden,
So that at least in one life or the other
I may give back to you
The tears you shed in vain;
Rise out of the earth tall
And shelter you
For the love and effort you gave me.

I shall remain heartless
But my love for you will spread arboreal.
Rest your heart upon a bough
And take my fruit whenever you will.
I will love you till the day
Your tender fingers are knotted like my trunk,
And love you still when your grave rests in my womb.

When your bones hide from the sun beneath my gaze,
I shall cry a shower of flowers upon your rested soul. 

The Gastric Survey

This aloo bonda mashed potato turmeric green chilli coriander craving
On empty days and empty stomachs and empty minded forced government holidays
Sans background noise or movie plans or crunch of popcorn in only myself ears

Give pakoda bun omelet heart shaped boiled peas cutlet
Karela chips benana chibs cold samosa all I want
Is oil oil reused refined sunflower or so oil

Want to go out and eat campus whole
Everyone sleeping no one will notice till nightfall in my hydrochloric stomach.

The Man Inside

~s.k

At some dendritic end in the mesh of roads
A signal turns red,
The heart of the city stills for a moment,
Scores of tail-lights glare to a stop.
A city where people
Commute in raving urgency
Still ensure that they make love slowly.

The new lover of the night-time waitress
Lets her moan escape into the neighbour's window;
A pack-of-ten he bought
Because he wanted it never to end.
They copulated that day
Agglutinatively like their tongues
Till their bodies strung incoherently.

The fat waitress in post-coital glory
Picked up her bag,
Chin-up marched past appalled neighbours
Taking herself home on a newly acquired old scooter,
Faded dirty pink with one mirror missing.

It did not matter what they said
She would never see them again.
But for one day after so long
She got laid.

The man inside was happy. 

It is Today.

And suddenly, nothing else matters.
No catastrophe can make me
Raise an eyebrow.

Today was ours.
Today is no more.
Today will never be the same. 

April

~p.r

Flying forth the confines of a cloud-
Freedom, Freefall.
Rushing against the whistling breeze
And into your arms
For a patch of wet earth. 

You know?

~p.r

You know when you look at him
And your smile bursts wide
And your eyes crinkle?

You know when you feel his presence
And you feel a blush creep up your cheeks
Like someone turned on the 'coy' switch?

You know when he holds you
And you swing one leg over him
And you snuggle like time has stopped?

You know when his lips linger over yours
And he kisses with aching tenderness
But your insides are devoured by passion?

I know. 

My Purple-clad Teacher Speaks

When I bow
At the feet of your wisdom,
I imagine green leaves
Bursting from my head,
Wild hibiscus blossoms
Kissed by yellow butterflies;
My mother's lips murmur blessings
When your breath rustles the branches.
Pour all your light
Onto this sprout of knowledge
Pollinating itself.


You are its creator,
You give it life.