The man is locked away in a diary

Written by me

For this standard words

Can only be unlocked

By your sharp looks

Through that curls of hair

Smelling raspberry and olive

Scattered by a breeze

And my breath

Epitaph

Another rain from another time

There are no universes with a roof
You drank from the moon I have buried
For the dreams in it, poisonous
You are addicted now, for
You have nothing to say about me
But at my expense you made lot of jocks
The rain is hilarious as it pours in another time

There is nothing to hide now
The leaf is as green as it can ever be
The forest is as dark as it can ever be
But still I walk in my sleep to a poem
I have never written, for
You will understand them if I recite
But, no, I won’t, because I can’t break
My image of toughness or arrogance

There, dear, is my grave. Come, read the epitaph
Life is what made me and broke me
Life is what given me a grave this beautiful
And I am thankful to you both.







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The Journey

Every tree is

Part of a great journey
As every leaf is
Fraction of
An infinite green

Map to a great
Journey
The branches
Mould into a
Space not fixed

Rain travel through
Roots to leaves
Whispering the
Language of clouds

Every leaf is there
For the journey
As the sun soak them
In golden silence

Dry land to

A bed of emerald
-Monsoon

Dry branches to
A green length

Yellow bird is
Playing
With rain drops

News of an attempted murder

(You may not hear it in any news)

A thin string in

The neck

Gloved hands are

Dark

Bitter

Angry

A train broke

The silence

Opening me

To a death yet to come

I am happy to be here

In this eye of hurricane

Dark

Bitter

Angry

The string chokes

Opening me

To a dark desire

Engraved in my loneliness

Remote Love

Night

I loved her

Through my phone

We are together and apart

Alone in the midst of a web

Hot and cold at the same time

Made love in between

I loved her

Like a cold wind loving the

Dark night

Whispering to the

Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped

From her lips

Reached my ears

Heart

Hard on

It split

Spilling my identity

Hot, rusty

My body crumpled

As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt