I am a floating gel,

As I merge with outer plasma,

You see me a beautiful woman,

I see you my extension of yesterday.

I breathe the air,

And the air I become,

Free,drifting,sailing ‘n’ soaring,

And the air augments me,

I behold the universe,

Spectacular,stupendous,ginormous,

It empowers my extended arms ‘n’ mingles,

In me lies the universe.

He says my desires cannot be his desires

That my ambitions aren’t his problems

That I should learn to walk on my own

Nor wait to have his hand stretched out to hold.

He says my home cannot be ours

My dreams he cannot commit for sure

My conversations he cannot comprehend

My writings he cannot understand.

I pause for an answer….

The long wait has left me stranded in a dark corner

Civilization: I have left far behind

Learning to fight once again

My lone battle one more time.

The depleted strength regained

Are reminders of the days

When I stared fear in its face

Walking down my own path

Leaving footprints for others to fill.

Fading memories left behind

Replenishing the old with new dreams

Struggling to reclaim my space

In a new world order

Hoping none of it is a tall order.•

The morning

The dark of night awaits, 

Playing its calm carousel, 

Draping the damp dementia 

Of the late last evening, 

When the part of the particle broke, Into two, 

the bright bismuth and midnight blue,

Rest resulted in a sleep, 

slumbering in a shallow cloak,

The stream of a running light, tapped against my door,

The dog rubbed its paws, 

Wagging the tail, for a few moments, in hope,

The morning, today again is slow, 

It kicks me left and right, 

But the day is dumb, as much, the night was neatly numb, 

I opened the latch of the door, 

The morning stands, hesitant, out on the floor, 

My wish to call her in, 

She understands, but I do not speak, Why? 

The God, only knows, 

The morning, in me is the sand, awaits, 

away at the shore, We never meet indoor, 

She pays me a visit at the gate and goes,

Back to the back waters, 

My abyss misses again an admirable acquaintance, 

As she posed,

to say a goodbye, 

Was wanting to be the sea, 

The Moon of monotony moans, 

I hang like a broom stick in the corner, 

Ready, lazily for the chores, 

The morning, without waking the waves, 

Once again it goes!

Kiss my eyes,

My eyes overflowing with dreams;

And make them come true,

Make every dream of mine true.

Crystal clear dreams,

Brittle dreams locked in crystal chalices,

Dreams like a beautiful mirror,

Showing only the truth and nothing more;

Dreams tall and divine like a minaret,

Dreams like a fountain,

Overflowing with hope…

Dreams like the raat ki rani,

Blooming only for the night,

And bidding farewell at dawn.

Half-seen dreams,

Swift dreams…drifting away like a puff of clouds,

And not revealing its story.

A burden of dreams,

Haunting my soul…

Making my mind restless,

Bidding adieu to elusive slumber.

As sleep gingerly creeps into my eyes,

Like a lover meeting his beloved in stealth;

The twinkling stars have already faded

To make way for sunshine,

But I’m lost in yet more dreams…

I wander in the vast city of dreams,

Disappearing through every rainbow,

Its colours merging into one another,

Each colour keeping its own dream,

To emerge and see yet another dream;

Tempting me to step into it

And go for the ride;

Into yet more unknown lands,

And strangers I’ll never meet.

Kiss my eyes, my beloved

And unburden me from love’s labour,

Free me from your love,

If love is only grief,

Set me free,

And let us part ways

To never meet again.

Dreams like the surface of a lake,

Always placid, never rising with a storm in its wake,

Your love is such…

That it makes me wonder

If it really is love

With no fervour and no madness?

Kiss my eyes, my love

That is my only dream,

I seek no other dream.