I can never

bring my passion to language: 

I read like the departing footsteps 
of a stranger

the torn petal 
of a still blooming flower,

or like a nightmare recalled 
without its fear.

I read stillborn and stale
& of many miscarriages of intent.

Can I replace each word
with a finger print?

I wish I read like coal 
spitting sparks from its grave

or like an icicle
sealing its fate 
to a tongue

But I write 
to chase myself away,

I know that 
my heart, a scar worn axe 
dreams of splintering

the word.

Every now & Then.... He abandons me

I want more.. I'm not satisfied. Give me a bigger share.. Don't you think I deserve more? When I offer you my fruit, you accept it. Don't you know anything about the giving back theory?! He answered a "NO".. A very plain and simple NO. And he doesn't even try to explain me why! Well I guess he only knew about GIVING but not GIVING-BACK. Because his thoughts are selfless. And he never declined my offer. Because it's my duty to serve him. And moreover he didn't demand anything. I was always free. He never held me back. It was Me, who never choose to leave. Now he abandons me.. It doesn't mean that he will never come back. He could just be a little late. Whatever it is.. I wait here. Under the same shade of his love and trust. And I never choose to LEAVE!

Poetic Words

everytime it rains

in your heart

it floods in mine

all paths lead to tea