Hallucinations

I have known
deserts which lost lovers,
dunes that oystered songs
skies swept clean off
clouds heavier than
promises

yet,
winds shift
seasons return
on forgotten ships
that followed ghost lighthouses
along the Pacific

you will come home
on mirages,
at pace of tectonic shifts

waiting…
my eyes

won’t blink

P.S. The Universe is the externalization of the soul.
-Emerson

A little slice

Nature, what a magical thing.
It makes mangoes and
in the same breath
days filled with you.

Nights #10

Between the distance
of two waves
kissing the shore
I shall write your name,

as if it was a trail of sweat
that runs down your back
before disappearing

into the night

what her photographs spoke

Softer than snow yet unfallen,
and clouds yet unmoved to places
where they are most needed
look how
stir the petals of ambrosia,
on the tufts of your lips
and restless
every breeze pauses to kiss you.
Winters don’t stop shivering
outside your window,
while you burn day and night in longings
that the world doesn’t see.
I have consumed hunger and it tasted of you,
while roses scattered over streams
stole scents of your dreams
lost themselves into paintings of famished artists.
You were named after a Saint,
I don’t know her,
but I know you.

The Last Post Box

I am thinking of you
and I all I can think of
is mist moving
through mountains.

The memory 
of your heart beat
against my chest,
is a pattering of rain
on tin roofs.

Knowing
that you are so far away,
I let an avalanche
of your photographs
bury my heart deep 
into listlessness.

Your fingers
round the curve of your neck
guide the moon
on its way over the valleys.

Your eyes
are far away , lonely
homes on hilltops
where a candle always
keeps burning.

I have come here
to give you a letter
I wrote to you 
on your birthday,
two years back. 

Knowing not where you are,
I shall leave it
In the last post box 
my eyes can see
beyond the snow draped horizon

Rose Day?

I will do something
on this day.
Instead of gifting you
a rose,
I will hold you close,
warm your breath,
light up your skin
into the evening Sun
and turn you
into the solitary Rose
that quietly grows
on a unclaimed mountain