*ಅನಾಮಿಕ *

ಮಂಜು ಮುಸುಕಿದ ಬೆಳದಿಂಗಳೇ,
ನಿನ್ನದೆಂತಹ ಶೋಕಗೀತೆ?
ಅವರೋಹಣದ ಅಂಚಿನ ನಿಟ್ಟುಸಿರಲ್ಲೇ
ಪೂರ್ಣತೆಯ ಆರೋಹಣದತ್ತ ಹೊರಡುವೆ.

Sea Roots

Where life began I stood

Beneath the bluest sky 

and the gray-blue sea

Constantly waving and beckoning me.

The gentle rhythm of the ocean

Rocked my mind to rest,

Trying its best to quieten

Your voice in my head.

The ocean sighs 

And our million sighs:

So many missed moments 

of togetherness stolen.

The ocean beckons me,

The shore laughs with people,

And I know I don't want to go

Without you. 

Shopping List:

Abhi, buy these in the evening:

1. Wheat flour (3 kg)
2. Rice (the one that costs 45 bucks) (10 kg)
3. Mustard seeds (100 gms)
4. SSP asafoetida (POWDERED!)- the big bottle
5. Ariel (front load- 2 kg) (Or is it Surf? check once)
6. Eggs (get the small box)
7. your deodorant (must you buy that?)
8. Nail polish remover (where did mine go?)
9. make-up concealer (I also want you to see that dermatologist. come back home at an earthly hour some time!)
10. that ointment (check the name on the box. does it still itch, butt?)
11. pair of white ear-rings for your new kurta- pick something visible
12. large hairclip. sorry, yours broke.
13. pre-blow drying hair spray (HOW LONG has yours been empty??)
14. sun block (Find SPF 50)
15. it's time for your contact lens' solution, too. please tell me you finished the one you bought LAST year?
16. false teeth/vampire fang/clown mask... something. just make sure you stop wearing that expression on your face!
17. peas (1/2 kg)
18. Sun glasses for you. Aviators are on sale at that place. go check.
19. Femininity (25 litres) (I'm making you bathe in it!)

Love,
Abhi

Fore-verse

A mere white tube-rose

Must first be freshly dead

Before it becomes experimental paraphernalia

In the ink-pot.

At first, the broken stem puckers its lips,

Daring to test the moist blue-ness.

Slowly, all the chromes are drunk,

The white tube-rose turns blue

Somewhere between lifelessness and decay

Holding within itself what could have been

A poem, an endearment;

Gaining omniscience over what would have been

Secrets, bitter truths.

Stories consume it

So they can be told in another life-time. 

Bleed

How the red capillaries bloomed under the epidermis,

And you held my hand

Lightly dusting pharmaceutical fairy powder.

A sanitized doctor's touch it was-

The wound healed

The heart only continued to bleed.

Remember how the capillaries blossomed under the epidermis;

A-rose to your first, aiding touch. 

Tonight I Must Write

Tonight I must write-

The road is long

And the sights are many.

In the dark distance

Ruby tail-lights flash,

Threatening to block my right of free passage.

I quicken-

I must go home before curfew

And so I rush.

In the darkness, I don't slow down

To see the chopstick end of our fine-dining,

The tree below which we sat,

Or the road safety board at which I said

"Slow down sweetheart, the speed limit is 50".

I crouch angrily and the accelerator makes a feline growl.

All the time, I think of how I'm not thinking of you.

Somewhere ahead, green turns orange

And in a split second, I break a rule-

Not knowing where to stop

Not thinking about you. 

Perennial Night

It dawned for me, finally-

The day.

But what are you doing still, out west?

I look hard- it is you

Camouflaged in cloud colours,

My reminder of the night before.

I cannot be with you still!

The white on you is translucent,

I can hear your luminous voice fade;

At the brink of my eye

Rises the elegy of our broken temptation.

Go away, now!

It is time for me to be charred

By the brightest gold of day,

It has risen to dispel you- be gone!

I must now seize the day.

You rise and you leave-

With hurt pride, with hidden fears,

With indignation-

Like the last strand of a dream.

But you remain in the recesses of my heart

For me to visit all day.

Lone Marauder of Perennial Night,

You know it is time for you to leave.

Little by little, you disappear each night,

Leaving me in darkness.

Only to return fully

To haunt the-