Everything Changes But Love

We no longer hold hands We just carry a mobile phone We no longer paste stamps We don’t send postcards We no longer go to the cinema We just paste our bums on a couch We no longer go to church We just belong to independent thought We no longer stay up just to talk…

Death Bed

The makeshift Surrendered For the perennial To elope And in that twist of nature An unknown sanctuary  Was harvested Of her mystery

Fall

Flow of two lips in a river of dreams A journey of many confluences Interface of the carnal and metaphysical Bisected by breath and juxtaposed in gaze The clarity of a dream seen through open irises And the porthole of time Places that lie beyond horizon’s curtain And the ports that were left behind The…

Change

Juggernaut of fate Sculpts in us indiscriminate changes The residue of design of her own chisel What rests invisible in front of the mirror Yet a metamorphosis in degrees, up or down a gradient¬† Inevitable dimensions of the heart What defines the saddled spirit And the tethered dream ………………………. Change is unlike a monsoon wind…