Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…

On Father’s Day 2018 (To my Dad)

The difference, between “my father”, And “our father”, is that, one gave me life, In the form of a tiny, swimming tadpole,  And stood as my canopy, On my darkest night; while the other, Gave me heavenly incandescence, To evaporate my tears, and to mirror my face With the saffron sun. While I thank my…