Saturday, September 11, 2010

MISSING YOU IN BENGALI

As it ticks and it tocks and it inches along
There will be no my side of the bed or the wardrobe
Somewhere sometime soon you shall no more
Miss me in Bengali or in any other tongue

Sunday, September 05, 2010

INSOMNIA 3

I feel you sleeping by my side
A softly heaving silhouette
Of dark against dark
Curled and wrapped in a blanket

I presume the usual frown
Is frosted with sweat beads
The familiar twitch around those lips
travels down your limbs

The heavy breathing needs
an adjustment of the pillows
But sleep on my love
And let us rise to a new morning

Sunday, August 22, 2010

S&G&R

A glance used to float
Up a flight of stairs
And vanish round the corner.
Often a smile, a nod.
"I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you"

Sunday, July 25, 2010

UGLY

Look in the mirror
That is not you
You would never love him
Sour cigarettes and heartburn

Mottled leaves in green bottles
That was home sweet home
Heartthrobs and heart throbs
They shall cut this tree too

Rain, rain, pour

Thursday, March 11, 2010

ON LIVING A COMPROMISE

Thirty makes you think
Thirty makes you wise
30 allows fooling yourself knowingly

Confusing love with habit
Cohabiting without love

Thirty turns you moody
Thirty gives you whims
30 gifts you blues: to paint your toenails

In ever-changing hues
Ever-changing ruse

Thirty brands you tired
Thirty says you’re spent
30 gets you sick: throw up on mush

Only to live again
Only to love again

Remains of the day 2

There was music, there was light
Eyes twinkling, smiles bright
A champagne flute lay broken on the floor

Buy cheese, buy squash
The carpet needs a wash
More lists more chores more life

Remains of the day

The gusset plates of lust
Are all rusted, spent
But, unlike love, still real

Now I sleep not too well
With funny scary dreams
Disquieting images of
Bonfires in catacombs

Lady T

She shadows me everywhere

Waiting and watching

Shrewdly whispers in moments

Of weariness: hoping to reap

Her harvest


I laid in her arms once

We were almost one

Anti-peristalsis

Thus I jilted Lady T


But she be patient

The end is soon and she

Would surely bed me in

The END