On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream

She comes to my mind
Like twin moon on still water
A pallid reflection
Broken to fragments
In wind’s touch
Sinking into muddy depth
Till a fish breath bubble
Catches a miniature moon

The night whispers
Too soon too soon
She’s gone to the stars!

On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream
When moonlight bares
In my eyes
Night dew's gleam!

When I go to the sea
I carry an empty vessel
gathering salty air to breathe inside
with grains of sand in my hands
some seaweed or shells,
you can never tell, driftwood
or broken bells
all the day, a sway and pull of tides
the breadth and depth of ocean
how the pounding waves carry
my empty vessel away

The thing I hate most
is when I have to switch off the light
paving way for ghosts
to rule my night!

When moonbeam peeped through window
night revealed her in the most beauteous glory
I would not fall asleep in that half-lit glow
till ma told me the eeriest ghost story!

She would tell me about imps and ghouls
the ones that roam to find if a child is sleepless
of spirits no more bound by earthly rules
moving in the hollows in faceless face!

There were ghosts good and crooks
souls that died in unfulfilled lust
their shadows crept in the dark nooks
their sighs echoed with the wind's gust!

I could feel their breath catch their whiff
the lurking bones lying for me in wait
that would not spare me even in my sleep
till they turned me their netherworld's mate!

To this day I feel a deadly gloom
pause before I put out the light
what if finding me alone in a room
visit me the fears of the night!

This, children, is our dinning room
(Humans, as you know, have dining rooms
which are such dreary and un-lively rooms
to which we can add zest,
flavour and excitement
with a few clamorous apparitions) -
but this, as I was saying, is our dinning room
which is where you learn to howl and scream
so your performance at human dining rooms
will simply be tummy-turning
You see, you want to make humans feel
like they are sprouts in a Chinese stir-fry -
now, kids - *howl and scream!

I miss someone, a girl I used to know;
Who puts a nose on her smileys
Who dances away her problems
Who reads a dozen of books a day
Who prefers her coffee black
Who always listen to her favorite song

Today, I met a girl;
Who sends smile - less messages
Who keeps her problems inside
Who would smoke countless cigarettes
Who likes to drink coffee every time
Who despise listening to a certain song because it reminds her of somebody

Such a chance
I looked in the mirror
And saw those girls as one

a green leaf in the swirl,
        as the maelstrom ***** in
stands tail up in anguish, for a moment
         then goes without a trace

The  melody in my head
keeps haunting me
hurts my heart
injures my brain
paralyses my body
erases my sense of belonging
stop at once..
I hate this song...
The lyrics my pain
the rhythm my scar
its bleeding again...

I have no words for so many things.

when god's brush slips from his hand
his colors splatter over the sky
the joy it brings in an autumn morn
as swims gaily white rafts on blue ocean
I find no words

for then my emotions
leave me for the kingdom of mountains
of many shapes and faces
landing only when
the sweet waft of jasmine
reminds of the anchor on this shore
where my root drinks soil's nectar
when filled to the brim
rests in melancholic dream
under homing bird sky
for a home
away from this home!