All of you

No I don't want a 

Part of you.

Not the face,

Cheeks, hands or

Just thighs.

I want you in your 

Entirety.

All the shades from

Red to gray.

Sweet to cold.

Colourful to bland.

The smiling, sad,

Loving and horny.

Lift you at red lights

Kind of love. 

Miss you in bathroom

Kind of love.

Forehead kiss and

Unconditional kind

Of love to

Tounge grazing

All over you..

Savoury of your moan

Kind of love.

Crying when you're

Sad kind of love.

And loving you when

High kind of love.

Head on my shoulder 

Kind of love.

Steady caress kind

Of love.

Reason for your laugh

And wiping clean

Your sins kind of

Love.

Cuddles and hugs

And lots of hickies.

Finger up your clit,

Taste your sweat

Kind of love.

Either it's all or

None of it.

Sunsets, starlight

And muse of the

Moon, against

Blank stare at

My wall..

All against one,

One against all

Kind of love. 

Wake of Revolution

Termite infestation

In my heart.

Creeping everywhere,

These dusty burrows

Tell me that they're

A piece of art.

Leaches feeding

On my soul.

Purge of my mind,

The Holi I'm part of

Is a bloody war. 

Gag on my mouth,

Flies in my head.

Blood has turned

Thick, 

A nuclear fission

In wake.

These words,

Crawling inside.

Before they 

Burst open and

Write a revolution..

Give me my pen.

We're United by Pain

Masons laying bricks,

Miners in dark pits.

Mothers in kitchen.

Farmers in a field or

Workers in a factory.

All sweat the same.

We're united by pain.

..

Down and dusted.

Sad and lonely.

Smothered by the

Dread of darkness.

All the tear stains

On pillows stink 

The same.

We're united by pain.

..

Viscous fluid of

Crimson red with,

Ashy metallic taste. 

Under the hide of

White, Black, Albion

And brown..

When hurt, oozes,

All the same.

We're united by pain.

.. 

Thirst in Alaska,

Hunger in Africa.

Siberian cold to

Desperate Asians

Seeking an identity.

We all bleed the same.

We're united by pain.

..

Reflection

When I looked in 

The mirror and 

Stared into my eyes.

Not far away from

The back of my head,

A stranger I did find.

I asked him questions

He ripped me apart.

To his queries 

Silence is all I had.

An eye for an eye.

Arm for an arm.

The duel turned

Into a bloody war.

I'm on run now.

I can't face myself

In the mirror.

There's nowhere to go.

Can you do me

A favor?

Can you place me in

A thought and hide

Me your mind?

Tag me with an

Unsual moment

And stash me

In your memory?

Give me a refuge

And save me 

From myself..

Till I can look you 

In the eye and find

A home in myself. 

Tea Boy

The high castle

Of central vista.

Hosted a meeting

To shape country's 

Futures.

Ministers, 

Bureaucrats,

Business tycoons

And diplomats.

Missiles to 

Nuclear heads.

To power plants to

Mission to moon.

Winning wars to

Invading oceans.

Reclaiming deserts

To colonising Mars.

All plans laid out.

Argued, discussed,

Consensus reached

And concluded.

A little boy in 

Chaddi and vest,

Brought tea for

Everyone present.

Some ignored him,

Some felt pitied.

Anyway the chairman

Called the day...

Mission 2024,

Hailed everyone,

To not look back

Again.

I'm Half a Poem Old

As the darkness

Chased whatever

Seemed to shine.

I took a refuge

In whatever that

Would glow.

A child of desires.

Student of reveries.

A protege of 

Whatever hits the 

Roof of my mind.

I was born three 

Nights ago.

Two rains and 

Half a poem old. 

I'm learning to

Survive a game,

That's rigged in

Favour of adults,

Who have forgotten

To laugh.

I wish

I wish I could

Hold you now.

I wish I could

Smell you.

I wish I could

Let these fingers,

Savor the fire of

Your skin.

I wish I could

Tickle your cheeks,

Kiss your forehead

And Surrender

My sanity to 

Your entirety. 

I wish I could

Recline on our

Comfortable silence,

As your slimy hair

Slip through my 

Fingers.

I wish I could have

A peck on my neck

As you grab me to

Embrace me in 

Your arms.

I wish you wouldn't

Have gone.

I wish I could have

Stopped you.

Bidding adieu was

Your choice.

But letting you go

Was my mistake. 

Gone Missing

Did it slip off 

My pocket or

Jumped out of

My wallet.

Did someone

Steal it or

It has gone in

Hiding.

I've searched

Everywhere.

Ransacked my

Room and 

Grazed up my

Insides. 

In my home,

Around the village.

Under the ground

And over the clouds.

I don't know who

Stole my smile..

Maybe the hefty 

Loan in the bank or 

This abject pain in

My intestine. 

Tired, I reached

My home.

Wife opened the door.

And now I know.

Paint of Penury

You say you're an

Artist who fancies

To paint my penury.

Put on a screen to

Capture my dilapidated

Luxury.

I assure you.

It won't be colorful.

It won't be clear.

All you'll have is my

Hazy face shredded

By my helplessness.

 

Dust stricken hair

And sun burnt skin.

Clench of my eyes 

And doused hope in

My laughter.

The unorganized,

Tainted teeth and

Beetel juice that oozes

From sides of my lips.

They demand 

Way too much.

Might fall heavy on 

Your paintbrush.

You may gauge

Skin-tone of my belly.

It still looks human.

But do you have enough

In your palette to

Capture my hunger?

These creases 

Running on my hand 

Restlessly..

Do you know how much

Blood they want?

Butterflies in 

The stomach are 

Overrated sir.

For some hunger is

Not that colourful.

Democracy

Somewhere,

A little cat 

Shredded a library 

After reading 

String theory.

Angels got drunk

And were wasted.

Dogs leaped to

Heaven, to boost

Its morale.

A throat-less goat,

Scared a faceless

Man elsewhere.

Somehow, it felt

Relatable and 

The idiotic audience

Laughed.

Sea turned thirsty

And gulped the

Beach.

Tourists lost their

Minds,

Trashed the place

To amend the 

Their deeds.

Demons and gods

Played a game of

Carrom.

Fought over the

Queen in the end.

Dispute was resolved

Over a rap battle.

Music was bad anyway.

But whoever lost,

Blamed the EVMs.

Goodbye

As the calendar on

The wall turns to 

December.

You decide to bid me

A goodbye.

I wait scratching

My old scars..

To remind myself..

Of my fresh thirst. 

That only you could

Have thawed.

The fresh etch of

Yearning that only

You were worthy of.

And how through

The groove carved

By the fate itself,

You came in like

The wish granted

By a shooting star.

My soul can go

Adrift now as 

You'll soon be gone.

Might need something

To hold on.

Give me a moment

I can tag it with.

Maybe a kiss to

Leave a mark.

Or you would like to

Stab again?

A scar has a bit more

Shelf-life.

Reveries

To have glistened

Daily in your

Elegant shades.

Like a canvas,

I wish I were

The evening sky.

Woven in the blues

Dim, dusky and

Yet, pleasant.

..

To have embraced

You in my arms,

Like a lover lost in

Fondest reveries.

I wish I were

Close to you. 

To be curled up, 

Entangled.

Intimately messy.

..

To have experienced

A life with you.

I wish we were together.

If not here, somewhere.

If not in this timeline,

In another.

Wrapped in each other.

We could have 

Warped realities.

Stopped time. 

..

Desire

You're eyes are 

Oceans.

Cheeks, fleeting

Feathery clouds.

Nose a distant mountain. 

Lips, abode of

Flooding desires.

Arms are such

A comfort.

A refuge in 

Your bosom is a 

Craving hard to pass.

Your back is point

Where my longing,

Turns restless.

Your navel is 

The reason I fight

My demons.

Trails on your skin

Take me places..

Such a feast for

My hands.

The stardust is

Less appealing.

And the sky

Is a bore tonight.

The revelations

Realized in the

Wrap of your thighs.

Have made my

World insignificant

And the cosmos

Smaller tonight. 

ರಾತ್ರಿ

ನಾನು ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿದಾಗ,

ಕತ್ತಲಾಗುವದಿಲ್ಲಾ.

ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.

ಸೋತು ಶರಣಾಗಬೇಕಾದ,

ದೇಹ ಮಲುಗುವದಿಲ್ಲ.

ಮನೆಯ ಮಾಳಿಗೆ

ನನ್ನ ವೈಫಲ್ಯ ಮುಖಕ್ಕೆ,

ಕನ್ನಡಿಯಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಅಂತರಾಳವ ಕೆರಳಿಸಲು,

ಗೋಡೆಗಳು ಪಿತೂರಿ

ಹೂಡುದುತ್ತವೆ.

ಕತ್ತಲಾಚೆಗೆ ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯುವ

ಮಹದಾಷೆ ಆ ಫ್ಯಾನಿಗೆ..

ಕೈಮಾಡಿ ಕರೆಯುತ್ತದೆ.

ಮಂದ ಬುದ್ದಿಯ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ,

ಕೈಗೆ ಹೂವಾದರೇನು?

ಕೊರಳಿಗೆ ನೂಲಾದರೇನು?

ರಾತ್ರಿಯಿಡೀ ಸಾಂತ್ವನ

ಹೇಳಬೇಕಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಕಾಡ ಕತ್ತಲಿನ ನೀರವ 

ಮೌನದಲಿ, ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ,

ಚಂದ್ರ, ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳ 

ಮಿನುಗುವ ಕನಸುಗಳಿಗಿಂತ..

ಅತ್ತ ಇತ್ತ ಹೊರಳಾಡುತ್ತ,

ನಾನೇಕೆ ಉಸಿರಾಡಬೇಕೆಂಬ

ವಾಸ್ತವಿಕ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ

ಹುಡುಕುವುದೇ ದೊಡ್ಡ 

ಸಾಹಸವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.

Love can Happen Twice

She'll pass by you

As the wind blows.

And the ache in your 

Heart will be 

Just enough to

Infect you with

Her smile again.

Ground would slip 

From your 

Resolute mind to 

Make you afloat.

A song from around

The time will be

Hooked to all your

Desires.

New perspectives

Will be painted.

With different horizons,

At her behest,

You'll be a fool with

Feelings again.

Love happens twice.

Yes! It can happen

Several times.

It's just a fresh wound 

On an old scar.

Old roots giving way

To a new plant.

Love is a perpetual

Itch of the heart,

That always wants 

To be scratched.

A Personified Fantasy

She has the cheeks of 

My niece. The nose of 

An evening breeze.

Eyes of a Storm and

Lips of someone 

I knew in the past.

The radiance of the girl 

I had a crush in class five.

A lingering smile of 

A lady who passed by.

She's the dew drops, 

And the starry nights.

The warmth of the summer

As the winter grows tight.

Decades of longing 

Hidden in Bollywood songs.

A slow-burn-mystery

Of Alfred Hitchcock's. 

A euphoria. 

A melodrama.

She's an array of 

Fleeting thoughts.

An idea beyond 

Mortal demands..

A perpetual reverie.

An enigmatic melody.

Beyond words, 

Beyond definitions.

Of everything I say and

Everything I don't.

Sometimes mighty. 

Sometimes mellow..

She is simply a SHE.

A personified fantasy.

Artistic Paranoia

For a 

Half baked soul 

In a fully grown

Body.

An overcooked

Poem,

For this night

Feels heavy.

The Ill lit humour,

This sweet 

Dessert carries..

Can subsume

A galaxy..

Can't take it

I'm really sorry.

Those compositions

Are musical

Diarrhoea..

Your paintings,

Artistic malaria.

Is this the way

World's gonna end?

Apocalypse will

Just be an artistic 

Paranoia?

I don't know,

You tell me.

Starting with mine.

You're putting all

The lives at risk.

Tourist

As we danced to 

A slow song,

My hands creeped

Over the chimes of

Your navel.

The sky lit up

While you breathe

Passionately over

My neck.

The evening was of

Possibilities. 

I got a little drunk.

You did a lot and

Passed out.

I sat watching you 

All night.

Morning did break

With high hopes.

But you were gone,

Without any sign.

I wrote a 

Little something to

Lock you in a metaphor,

And preserve you in

My diary.

Of the promising eyes

And enchanted smile.

Hope you're not

Another tourist..

Who hitchhikes with

Thoughts,

Trashes hearts,

To be forever gone. 

Myths of Snowfall

Uncle says

Gods plough

The clouds

To grow cotton

In the sky.

Winter is their

Harvest time.

Hence the snowfall.

..

Mom opines that

All the cats in

Heaven caught a cold.

To allergic pollens,

They sneezed their

Furs out.

Hence the snowfall.

..

My grandma tells

Me otherwise.

Angels tried a

Mortal recipe,

To satiate a kid's 

Demand.

A snowfall hence is 

A Cotton-candy

Gone wrong. 

..

My lover is a

Science grad.

She talks about

Inversion of 

Temperature and

Thermodynamic

Laws.

I believe she's

Not right...

..

Maybe the sky is a

Romantic flirt who 

Desperately wants 

To impress Earth..

Snowfall hence

Is a Patronus spell

Awkwardly cast.

.. 

Unloving Demands Blood

Falling for her
Would have needed
No reason,
Her smile was enough.

Like the slide of knife
On butter.
Slip of tongue as
You stutter.
Love pretty much
Is a work of gravity. 

But un-loving..
Demands blood.
A work of iron with
Deliberate thumps.

You may have to
Chop your tongue,
Vomit your guts.
Stab your heart to
Suppress thoughts.

Kill your mind
With sanity,
Slap your fantasies
With a purpose,
To hold onto reality.

Nights become a
Graveyard and of
Obsolete souvenirs,
You become a dump-yard.

Un-loving is like
Digging a well
In the desert to
Forget thirst..
Heat takes a toll later.
But hope will
Kill you first.

Tear Stains

I'm midnight of 

Forgotten memories.

Abode of redundant

Reveries. 

A purposeless beast.

An incomplete dream.

On any given day,

I'm a bird that has lost

Its way in the Tear-stains

That scream.

Atonement

The pain you've stashed in that box. The dark shades on the walls. The nightmares you've grown fondness to. Buried in contemplation, the way you count the ticks of the clock...

The pillows you fight. The way you think about right and wrong. The times you made shapes with your fingers wishing they were a loaded gun... 

The tear stains, blood thump and the labyrinth you traverse full of regrets. The emptiness you bask in and sadness you romanticize.

Everything needs an atonement.

Don't stare at the fan. It's not worth it. Don't try your wrists. It's not worth it. Here, have a hug. Let everything melt away for good. Here, have some warmth. You don't deserve cold floors.

The sky is yours, so are dreams. So is pinch of happiness against the load of hopelessness. May you carve a smile on your bed and have a happy sleep. May you liberate yourself from your own embrace.