If you only you knew,
how much I missed you.
If only you knew,
That I dreamed of you.
If these words in my heart,
Only, can let you know
If these people, with me and apart,
Can only tell you how....

My words are lost,
They doesn't seem good anymore,
I know I am not at most,
To be with you is my endeavor.


Let this words touch you.
Let my words conceal you.
They may let you hate me (in any case I couldn't tell.)
They may let you realize (how I feel.)


Loving can hurt, and this is how I feel.
To try to speak and wanting to be real,
I could never do.
but I do,
I do.
I love you.

Did I ever tell you that I see you?
Often with my eyes closed,
Did anyone ever pass my notions to you?
How often I think about you.
I guess you didn't care enough to see through me,
It never bothered you I wish you could know.

Now mine heart so heavy to carry about,
The gift of Love given to me a burden,
Now mine thoughts fish Laughter,
Though smallest amounts I get to catch.
Maybe if this words were told,
If only you knew that for you I keep prayers long,
Well having not told you,
Is a burden enough for I to carry along,
I guess using a gun would help,
Goodbye before you know I did,

If you're reading this its too late,
Please do come at my burial,
I want you to know,
Were mine thoughts of you go with I.

I’ve been waiting for so long,
On the road that never ends
Migrating between seasons to my
Pastoral lands north and south
Searching for your unfamiliar face
In forest foothills, swarming buses
And basins next to the Ganges.
I can wait till the moon hits the sea
The time- till you come, till you come.

Flashing lights, chiming bells,
Inscent sticks and a peculiar charm-
You carried, they said.
But you’re flesh and blood for me
Truth and reality knotted between
My garland of jasmine flowers.
I can wait with full heart and glistening eyes
Till you come, till you come.

There is no haste, I’m anticipating an upcoming
There is no starry blanket or mount chariot
But there are fireflies and a summer sun
Playing peekaboo with my shadow
Behind the mangrove forest
Envisaging your ticket to this world.
A crew of lasses claims and expects you
But you’re beyond love they could conceive.
Let the world scream, cry and yell
I still can wait till you come, till you come.

You’re a friend, philosopher and guide
I adore, worship and awaits your arrival.
Merchant ladies who walked my hut
Asked me all day to keep a ghee lamp
I lit a thousand lamps and still you dint-
Walk my shed. This life is not long enough
To witness thy face, eternal and mysterious
I can wait till you come, till you come.

The journey is beautiful, endless and offhand,
Walking through lanes strangely acknowledged
But there’s a feeling familiar still so odd.
The walk is not to say good bye but it’s a quest,
A prayer to reach your mountain nest.
There is the world- cirrus and starry nights
I can escape for the time forever from tides-
That counts the time- to the unknown!
I can’t wait, till you come, till you come.

Sitting by her window
alone in a dimly lit room
fixing her gaze
on the midnight moon
feeling the thickness of night growing
she had that strong urge
to read
his unwritten story ...

i wish i told her
how much i loved her poetry;
her poetry was music to my ears
and calligraphy to my eyes,
no matter how messy her handwriting.
each was a masterpiece,
each was a song,
each told a story,
regardless of how illegible;
and i can't stand knowing
that i'll never get to fall in love
with her art ever again.

As the stars burn, rake in the silver sky
Lighting it up, like a cinema screen;
Lift your dainty hand and draw,
Marmite love on our canvas of dreams.

As you fade, I’ll begin
Let me in your simple self
And sway
And stay,
there
till the mortal end.

On a fragrant hill someplace lay, a snug you-me;
Squirrels sneak into a daisy, grass and love entwine.
We stare, in trance; at our sublime canvas
at an abstract life so quite.

A sudden chirp precedes your crinkled smile…
The warmth of it…against the coldness of the dew.

Faith is mythical
as lands devoured by sea,
as griffins and goblins,
in tangled daydreams.

By these muddy shores,
shipwrecks of hope.
treasures and tales,
unheard, untold.

Tyrant needs sustain,
their sadist chains hold
dreamers of blue, and gold.